A long, heavy sigh fell from the dancer's lips as she reclined against a tree that marked the edge of the orchard behind her. It had taken a lot more time to gather all that she needed, set the stage, then return here. Truthfully she didn't even know if the girl would go to the theater to find the hint she left behind. It was fun to be cryptic and mysterious, but exhausting.

Vivian ran a hand through her hair to dislodge the few petals that decorated the crown of her head, but it was in vain, since the wind replaced the pink bits back into her hair moments later. So, instead of fighting nature she started picking up some of the same petals and flowers she had left behind, surrounding a blue rose at the place she had first met the dancer.

Once she had enough collected, she settled back at the base of the tree and began braiding the thin stems together, placing lose flowers here and there as she worked on a crown.

"If she isn't here by dinner.. I'll try again tomorrow."

The blue eyed teen glanced up toward the sky, checking the angle of the sun since she refused to wear a watch and decided it would give the dancer around three or four hours to find her. That was plenty of time, right? She hoped so. Her head ducked, causing her dark hair to curtain her face as she focused once more on the flowers in her hands. She had enough for at least three circlets.. and enough time for ten at least. Viv sighed again. She hated waiting.

A gentle, glistening snow flurry of white hair haloed about the white widow's shoulders as she made her way to the theater. She hadn't practiced dancing in a while, so she had decided to fall into routine again in the solitude of the dark building. Accompanying the swirling hair bounced a collection of frills frosting various places on the outfit she wore. A new dress, it was, made of a fine, expensive white fabric and weaved into a Lolita fashion. A pain to see by hand but a pleasing result overall. The chill of autumn failed to bother the spider much, so she left the topmost button on the frilled pinafore open, exposing a small wedge of her snowy skin.

It was equally as cold in the theater, yet, being a creature of a naturally cold temperature herself, she did not feel its chill. Tall white heels clicked quietly on the floor with each step. 'How peculiar...' It did not long for her to spot the hint. A blue rose surrounded by cherry blossom petals fell under the light of the ghostly blue gaze. It brought a memory to mind. The phantom singer from that one day here in the theater. Alice was still burning with curiousity of whom the mysterious girl was. The petals. The same from cherry blossom hill, or so they appeared. Perhaps, was that a hint? The widow pondered for a moment. It could most definitely be. Although, would a figure of mystery really wish to be discovered?

Turning elegantly on a heel, the ivory ballerina decided to take a chance. She made her way to the windy hill, brimming once more with an ignited sense of curiousity. The wind was stronger atop the hill and sent a colored breeze of petals whisking across had glistening dress. A few mingles in her hair like snow flakes, creating an interesting contrast. She swept her icy gaze around the area then gracefully began to search, eventually locating the girl's presence but deciding to play none the wiser, curious and interested as to what the mysterious figure would do.

While her fingers worked, tying the stems into one in the form of a halo, her voice flowed with the wind. Just a gentle hum that helped her pass the time. A slow soothing melody that hinted at sadness from time to time with a minor note or one that slipped into her lower range.

She even paused a few times in her activity to pull out a small notepad from the bag beside and scrawl out lines in a carefully practiced hand. And this was how Alice would have come across her. A halo of sakura blossoms setting crooked on her head, a few strands of hair tucked behind her ear and her lips pursed in thought as she stared down at the paper before her. But the voice that flowed between her lightly painted petals gave her identity away rather quickly. She hummed in concentration shortly after singing out the chorus, scratched out a few things and rewrote others. Truthfully, though the page had started as a well planned pattern it now looked like chaos. A stray mark had even made its way to stain the light purple dress she wore. How the stain got there, she wouldn't be able to say later on, but she was using a calligraphy pen afterall.

It was when she took a small break, rolling her head back, that she noticed the white haired girl looking her way. A quick blink then a sly smile pulled up one side of her lips.

"I see my hint was figured out fairly easy. I wasn't expecting you so soon."

So soon, she says. It was obvious she had been settled there for a while. A haphazard pile of similar circlets were off to the side and a bottle of water next to that was almost empty.

Vivian rose to her feet rather gracefully, despite the fact she had been sitting so long. A gentle brush to her skirt, then the white, knee high leg warmers was given to rid them of stray petals. Heels were a general no-no for the teen, so instead she had on a pair of flats shaped like ballet slippers.

The ghost of a smirk flickered across the ballerina's ivory lips. Angling a heel, she shifted her weight lightly on it and faced the girl. An arm draped around her torso and the other elbow was propped up on it, leaving a folded hand to rest her narrow chin on. This position was signature of the widow.

Was this the mystery girl? Alice had heard the singing voice just a moment ago; the voice of an angel. Surely this had to be her. And a beautiful girl she was. She, too, looked like a dancer. Maybe not of the same style as the widow, but still a dancer. Just what sort of moves was this girl capable of, if a dancer she was? The thought only augmented the flame of her curiosity.

Pale lips parted ever so slightly to project a quiet chuckle, one of which blended in the petal-strewn wind, upon noticing the Sakura blossom circlets. It was soft and brief - the widow rarely ever fully laughed, as was characterized by her guarded personality and elegance and just what she had been taught in the mannerisms of the elegant woman. Perhaps the word "soon" was not quite the correct term. Terms aside, the snowy spider tilted her head like a cat, collapsing her weight ever so slightly on the angled heel but not enough to sacrifice any fraction of elegance from her poise.

"May I ask of whom I have the honor to be in the presence of? One of such a lovely voice and exquisite beauty as yourself must have an equally as lovely name."

All was projected in an elegant, flirtatious nature, yet flirtatiousness aside, the widow did truthfully find her voice ravishing and her beauty the same.

The smirk turned into a smile that showed a sliver of white teeth before she crossed the small space left between them. More like floated to her as she traversed the grassy patch with silent steps. Even her hair fanned out behind her in a perfect, silky cape. She hadn't expected the quiet girl to be so flirtatious on their first meeting, but two could play at that game.

"So free with your compliments, Miss. Assured, I couldn't hold a candle next to you. In fact, I'm sure the moon would turn down the chance to be compared to you."

Her hand extended, but not in the way one would for a shake. The palm was placed upward, awaiting the girl's hand to be laid upon her own.

"I am Vivian Fairclough. The pleasure is mine, I'm sure.." Her lyrical voice trailed off, asking for her name without saying it aloud.

Not just angelic voice, but an angel in herself. Alice's smirk broadened slightly as she observed the girl, intrigued by the way her hair flowed and how each step was silent and graceful. An interesting figure of mystery from the theater. Why hide such exquisite beauty in the shadows that time in the dark building? It intrigued her farther. Another chuckle fell from the snowy widow's lips at the compliments offered in exchange. So this girl was a bit of a flirtatious type herself? Somehow that did not surprise Alice. Even so, she was not about to lose in her own field of expertise. She prided herself on being a temptress, granted one of sin, after all.

Vivian Fairclough; an interesting name. Spoken like an angelic melody. Alice wasn't quite sure she could pronounce it too well with her Japanese accent, so she settled comfortably on the French side of her accent for the lovely foreign name.

"Such flattering words, my dear Vivian. Although my snow-white appearance is nothing compared to your vibrancy." She smirked, her icy mask thawing a little to display a wash of playfulness on her lily-white features. Slowly, with the grace of a regal snow queen, she laid her hand atop the upturned offered one, her touch being a cold one much like snow or ice. Some deemed it corpse-like; unnatural. Yet it was just part of her infliction; her condition that prevented her nerves from perceiving physical pain from any source; for many with the condition typically had little control of their body temperature.

"Himeno. Alice Chantal Shigeki Himeno." It was not common she offered her full name upon first introduction, but this girl intrigued her. Keeping her hand in the other's, she performed a graceful decline of her knees in mimicry of a half-curtsy. Her snowy hair bunched about her shoulders, the little braids swaying subtly like miniature pendulums. The glittering icy eyes disappeared behind a curtain of pale, snow-white lashes for a moment before flickering back open, half-lidded in a display of amusement.

"That is like comparing the sun to the moon, Miss. Both are beautiful in their own way and have their uses."

Instead of following suit and dipping at the knee, Vivian bent at the waist, over their hands. Even their body temperature were polar opposites. Despite the chilly air around them, the teen was practically radiating heat. That heat was warming Alice's hand as they spoke, then more heat was laid against her skin as Vivian gently brushed her lips over her knuckles.

"The pleasure is mine, Alice Chantal Shigeki Himeno."

It seemed like second nature for her to swap back and forth between her English accent and Japanese to speak her name in the correct manner. Then she straightened and flashed a brilliant smile.

"I must add. You dance very beautifully. I enjoyed accompanying you. If you'd ever find yourself in need again, call me. I'd be happy to watch you. Though I'm surprised you would be at this grouping of schools. Why not a dance academy?"

Her hand finally drew back, tracing the pads of her fingers over the whitette's palm before pulling away completely. Viv had to focus on keeping her posture straight, especially since she was in the presence of a true lady. It wouldn't do to be thought less of. Normally, she couldn't care less about such things, but this was a potential member of a new crew if she ever found enough members. Hiding in the gym to practice wasn't getting her very far in that adventure though. While focusing on her posture she reached up to play with the lace choker that was wrapped around her slender neck. Anything to keep her hands busy. She had been sitting too long and was now antsy to move.

"Quite."

The widow supposed that comparison could work for the two presently, based off the significant difference in body temperatures. Vivian was quite warm to the touch; most others were to the dancer. It burned in a figurative sense. Although that could be attributed to the spider's dislike of physical contact due to unfamiliarity of it. The ice of her guard would not melt under the organic heat. No, her ice was unlike the natural kind. Lips brushed the back of the ivory hand and Alice let it happen, the smirk softening yet never fully fading from her own lips. Usually, she was the one who offered such an action, though it felt rather interesting to be on the other end for once. Not uncomfortable; no, no, it wasn't that. New, was more like it. It only proceeded to stoke the flirtatious flame further, but she concealed it for now. If she didn't watch it, it would blaze into an inferno and override the frosted poise and reserve.

It intrigued Alice how the girl seemed to be able to pronounce the snowy aristocrat's half-French half-Japanese name so naturally. Most struggled to pronounce the first portion, especially the Chantal part. And that smile. An award-winning one at that. Had Alice not been so guarded, she would have offered one back, although hers could never come near to the brilliance of the other's.

"Thank you, my dear. It would be truly an honor to be accompanied again by such a magnificent girl. You play the piano and sing so very exquisitly; your passion for both those talents is truly remarkable." She paused for a moment to sweep a lock of snow white hair back into place, looking a little weary from speaking. Normally, she did not speaj too much. "Studies mostly."

The answer was incredibly vague, but such was the nature of the snow queen. Further explanation could come later, perhaps if she met the girl again sometime in the near future. That was, if her mysterious performer managed to continue to entice her interest. So far, she was doing well in that. As for a dance academy, despite the Himeno lineage being adept and more focused in the arts of dancing - specifically ballet and waltz, and further still equestrian, sewing beautiful fashion lines, and singing, her family had been still focused on her studies. In her elegant family, the Himeno fundamental skill lessons and graceful, signature mannerisms came first.

Frosted, ghostly blue eyes studied Vivian's hands. She appeared restless, harboring a desire to move whenever possible as to not remain still. This served as an interesting observation to the widow. It sparked a ghost of an idea.

"Surely someone of grace and form as you must dance, am I correct, my dear?" She questioned. Folding her slender arms behind her, she tilted her head down and to the side a bit, the wind picking up a little and fluttering through her white hair and making the frills on her white Lolita outfit swirl as if in a unique dance if its own. "If so, perhaps would you care to do so together sometime?"

The invitation was extended. Now it was up to the girl to provide an answer. If Vivian did indeed dance, what would her style be like? Though practiced in the elegant forms of waltz and ballet, the spider was keen at cataloging and adapting, so if the girl accepted her invitation and they were to dance together, she could conform to any style the girl chose, be it with certain limits however. Yes, she was interested to see how this girl could move, if a dancer she be.

Vivian bowed her head in acceptance of the compliments bestowed then couldn't help but chuckle. The hand that had been toying with her necklace shifted to tuck away a few stray strands of hair that were whipping around her face. She feigned bashfulness as she looked off to the side.

"You figured me out fairly quickly. The only thing I have more passion for than singing and playing is dancing. Though it is far from your style. I was trained in many forms though."

Not that she would speak of the place where she had learned such things. They didn't deserve that form of gratitude. After all they had expelled her. Her of all people. Everyone had thought her a prodigy, but even that wouldn't save you from their strict rules. And she had been the one to put together the group that had caused so many disturbances. A faint smile played at her lips before she figuratively shook the thoughts from her head and focused back on the female before her. It was then she bent slightly at the waist once more. She was getting use to these Japanese mannerisms and did it automatically.

"I would love to dance with you sometime. I haven't danced with anyone trained in a fairly long time. It would be good practice."

Especially since it would be easier to gage her dancing capabilities while close to her and not focusing on the music. A cheeky smile slowly drew her lips upward once more and a mischievous glint narrowed her eyes.

"I just need a promise that you won't fall for me the first time we dance together, got it? Partners don't do well in the end when they sleep together."

For the first time in a while a soft giggle parted unpainted lips, but she quickly covered it with long digits. Of course, she was kidding. Vivian had a ego, but it wasn't that big.

So she had hit the nail on the head. Her mysterious singer was a dancer. One of a style apparently far sunder than the slow elegance of her own. Not only that, but it would appear she was well practiced in numerous different styles. That was yet again of difference to the widow whom only was seasoned at the graceful art of ballet and ballroom dance or waltz. Surely Vivian must have been trained in some sort of dance school or academy herself? Or perhaps was dancing sculpted into her family's name such as the conservative forms that manifested in the aristocratic Himeno one? It only augmented the snow queen's curiosity, yet she would not inquire about it, no, no. That information would eventually fall into her hands should Vivian manage to keep her interest. Though a predatory spider, she had enough dignified sense to respect other's privacy.

How formal this girl was too. This pleased Alice; it was actually kind of rare to find girls of such formality upon presentation. It appeared as of her invitation had been accepted. This would be interesting. How would dancing with the girl play out, should they ever decide to formally do so? Alice had only ever danced with a certain oh so amusing and unique boyish girl by the name of Jessie McKnight at Astrea so far. She had adjusted to the flow and style of the other; what kind of flow would this new face being about? Experience would only tell.

Then came a request for a promise to do not do something - a something that would have made Alice burst out laughing had she been less of a composed, guarded soul. Instead, she only let out a soft chuckle. Such an interesting girl. It was a harmless joke, she knew that, but it didn't fail to spur Alice's playful nature.

"Oh, it is not I that would need to promise, my dear Vivian." She chuckled.

Reaching out with a graceful, lily-white hand, she swept a windswept lock of dark hair from the girl's face and tucked it back into place. She never contacted the warmer skin; no. Not yet at least. Eventually, however, the spider did ever so gently brush the very tips of her frigid fingers across the girl's cheek as she retracted her hand back to her own side. Smirking, she faded back into the same position from before, an arm around her torso, another propped up on it from the elbow.

"I am looking forward to dancing with you, my dear."

She only smiled at Alice's statement, not commenting on the fact that this would be no issue at all. Despite her warm exterior, the teen had no inclination to fall in love. That would come between her and the plans she had set in place. She would become the best. Some might have believed this to be a vendetta or perhaps revenge against those that had spurned her, but this was for herself. The dancer had set these goals from the first time she set foot in a dance studio. And love for another had no part in it. So many broken hearts had followed her at Reinhardt, but it just pushed her harder. She'd claim the hearts of thousands before her life was over. She would move every person on this Earth with the beauty of her movements. Make them wish to join her on that stage.

Blue hues became half lidded as a chill ran over her flesh from the gentle touch, but she refrained from shivering. Instead, she looked through her lashes at the girl and then turned from her. A few quick steps and she stooped to grab one of the circlets, then returned back to the whitette. As she reached up to place the halo on her, Vivian spoke softly.

"I am at the Spician gym every day. When you feel the urge to dance, come find me. I'll show you what I can do, so you may decide what style you'd like to dance."

After making sure crown of flowers was straight and positioned correctly, Viv stepped back and smiled once more.

"I'm not much of a fan of pink, but it looks good against your hair and brings out your eyes."

No reaction had been produced from the girl. For some reason, this didn't surprise the white widow. Vivian didn't seem quite like the prey type. No, she carried the air and characteristics more close to that of a fellow predator. Just like a certain green-haired Cheshire cat she had encountered not too long ago. That didn't mean the spider wouldn't not try and move an experimental pawn some time. It all really just depended on circumstance and the reactions she did manage to receive and provoke.

Suddenly, the girl departed then returned with one of the lovely flower crowns. Ghostly blue eyes watched her curiously, glittering under the veil of her snowy lashes. She remained perfectly still, like a porcelain figurine, when the crown was placed atop her head. Halo. A bit of an ironic term. The icy dancer was far from pure despite her snowy appearance. Yet she accepted the crown of flowers and allowed the girl to do as she wished, offering a slight, formal decline of her knees in the start of a curtsey. The next comment almost made the spider laugh for that, too, held irony, but a personal one to the widow. She would have, had her icy guard and slightly rigid sophisticated mannerisms not been an obstacle for that to overcome. How she disliked those stuffy mannerisms sometimes...

"Why thank you, my dear." She responded with a slight smirk. Usually she just brushed off compliments; the spider had been swarmed with so many growing up they sounded kind of empty to her now; but decided to acknowledge at least this one. "I am interested in seeing how you move."

Take that as a bit of a flirt or just a statement, Alice had left it up for interpretation. A gentle breeze stirred across the hill, sending a ghostly snow-white flutter of shoulder-length hair and frills swirling lightly in the air. It made the widow look kind of like a phantom. Yes, she was interested in seeing what this girl could do. Was she more of an elegant figure such as the spider herself or perhaps a bit more of a stylistic bolder one? Alice was curious now. She would surely have to take up the girl's offer sometime.

A slight wave of a dainty hand, which looked more like a careless flopping of the appendage, shook off Alice's thanks. She didn't need to be thanked for things like that.

"I was only speaking the truth. Truth doesn't need your appreciation. Just take it for what it is."

A lopsided smirked then curled up a corner of her lips as the wind wrapped around them, fluttering her dress around her knees. She quickly lifted a hand to press it to the side of her head to keep her hair from whipping around her face. How embarrassing would it be to choke on your own hair? Very. That's all Viv could think of as she kept the dark strands in place.

"Come to the gym tomorrow and you'll see. I'll show you everything you've ever wanted to see."

A slight flick of her wrist and her long hair was tossed over her shoulder, a tinge of her attitude slipping through the serene façade. She looked up over Alice's shoulder, then shot a quick glance at her watch. Her face twisted a bit. She was certainly going to be late.. Sadie was going to kill her. Her facial features were quickly schooled back into a soft smile as she bowed at the waist to her new acquaintance.

"I must be going, Alice." Food was to be had. And she loved food, almost as much as dancing. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow."

The lithe dancer quickly lifted her backpack, swung it onto her back and started down the path toward the dorms. A bright smile and wave were given over her shoulder before she actually started jogging. She might have the mannerisms of a lady at times, but others.. she just didn't care.