Ooh, smart. Freya grinned and wrote back No problem!! with her customary amount of exclamation marks, and then added, You okay now? Those pirouttes looked impressive, but dizzying. Like Mags was a ballerina from a music box.

As she waited for Mags' reply, Freya couldn't help bouncing on her heels just the tiniest bit. Sure, she was concerned, but... she was also really keen to investigate The Mystery of the Cursed Music. (The Mystery of the Compelled Dancing? She'd brainstorm titles later.) And with the earmuffs meant for Yalldive now put to better use, it wasn't like Freya had anything else to do with her time.

(Okay, so there was that essay she had to finish... But this was clearly more important!)