“Oh my,” Fiona breathes, taking the spectacle in, “It's
wonderful!”
“Be cautious, m'lady,” Strauss says behind her. “We do not
know what or where we are.”
“We are at an actual ball,” she marvels, “I've dreamt about
coming to one of these since I was a little girl. Never thought I'd
actually be at one.”
“You are at a ball in the Weave, not everything is as it
seems. And even if it were, you are a fugitive from one of the
lords, one with considerable influence.”
“I'm fully aware that I'm on the run,” Fiona replies, “That's
why I'm going to hide,” she points to the vortex of dancers, “in
there.” She turns to her hulking companion. “Do you dance,
Mister Bear?”
