The Spring's Turning Ball

The evening ball had arrived and Maria was rather tense. It was time to face Isabelle. Yuna squeezed her hand as they entered, a gesture of faith. She then took ahead, a beautiful flower-filled cream colored dress flowing behind her. Maria stood behind with Rachel. Rachel herself was covered in a stunning olive green dress, her frizzy red hair caught masterfully in a green ribbon. She looked like a freshly bloomed flower, but like always, her cutting eyes promised the spikes hidden beneath budding leaves should one get too close.

Maria was dressed in a pretty blue dress, its bottom a deep, ocean blue, filled with glitter and its top fading out to a light blue. In the middle was a cerulean ribbon, its tails swishing behind her, much like Yuna's flowing dress. It had been a gift for this very event from Mrs. White and while she was grateful for the dress, it now hung tightly around her, giving her the illusion of being unable to breathe.