[ The music feels like it's reverberating up her spine, down into her stomach - she's never heard music in the Dream Sphere, come to think of it, so she has no idea if this effect is something that happens to music here or if it's some strange, unique effect of Ballade's magic. It reminds her of the way a bassline thrums in your throat when the speaker's pumped up too loud and... maybe it's dream magic, dream logic, but Glasswing thinks she can fight like this.
One tentative step towards the throng of Torments becomes two. Followed by a third and a fourth before Glasswing gives up on thinking in earnest and simply surrenders both to the music and her instincts as a Dreamer.
It's not much of a dance, but even soaked to the skin in this miserable gloom as she is... maybe it's the music, but there's a strange elegance to it all the same. ]
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One tentative step towards the throng of Torments becomes two. Followed by a third and a fourth before Glasswing gives up on thinking in earnest and simply surrenders both to the music and her instincts as a Dreamer.
It's not much of a dance, but even soaked to the skin in this miserable gloom as she is... maybe it's the music, but there's a strange elegance to it all the same. ]