For a split second, there was silence. Then, someone clapped.
And then, the music started.
Anything after that remained as nothing more than a blur in Aether's memory as they danced. Freya was fast, graceful, and vicious. She pushed herself to her limits, and Aether could barely keep up. She twisted and turned in his arms, spun around and leapt about, becoming a whirlwind of crimson as her dress flowed freely.
Then, others joined. A crimson haired young man asked Iris to dance, and Seth found himself a woman as tall as him. Erika danced with someone clad in yellow, and Clara with someone clad in green. At some point, Freya slipped away from Aether's grasp, and he found himself staring at the beautiful, slanted eyes of a young woman, who then was quick to change partners again. He danced with Mara, with Erika, with Clara and again with Iris. He danced with people he didn't know, people he had only seen today for the first time.