The thread wove through the rooms, past everyone dancing. Taliana smiled as she saw a group of people taking to the ice, the dancing easily transforming to gliding across the ice.
She wandered from room to room, following that thread, trying to see if she could tell which rooms where her fathers doing and which rooms were somewhere else entirely.
One room appeared to be something of a space station — so different from her home and normal surroundings — it reminded her of one of the books in the library, and she couldn’t contain her delight at seeing such a place joining up with her party. She did, however, fight the urge to explore beyond the party room… such explorations would have to come some other time.