Though she was the smaller of the two, Melanie led Umi in a dance that was far too poorly-structured to call a waltz. With long, overzealous strides, hardly confined by the imaginary box that she didn't even know to follow, she hummed on and on, giggling all the while. Despite how stupid they, or more specifically, she, surely looked, the carefree fun with her new pal was too nice a change of pace from the labyrinth. If she thought too hard about the challenges to come, Melanie might've cried on the spot. But that didn't matter in the moment. It was the calm before the storm, and she would milk the good times for all they were worth. Dancing til she panted, and as her legs were ready to give out, she brought one hand up above Umi's head, attempting a final spin.
