Sofia let out small sigh as she waltzed around the room with Chandra. She found herself being passed around from prince to prince while Zelenia stood watching with eyes narrowed on her.
She was being given one last chance to accept her fate as the future Empress of the Moon and if she continued to refuse she would find herself right where Neoma had been sent; the ore orchard where she would be forced to tend to the silver, gold and diamond trees until she ultimately met her death, either swiftly by choice or centuries from now when the potency of the Petalluna nectar no longer sustained her.
Never one to just lie down and accept defeat, Sofia knew she had to continue her attempts to return home but she would certainly have a better chance if she was in the palace than in the orchard. This meant playing along once again with what Zelenia desired.
She had to pretend that she was prepared to move forward with an engagement and a wedding to one of the princes, if only long enough to find a way to potentially reverse what had happened to her and hopefully free Neoma somehow in the process. It was all an extremely tall order but she had nothing but time on her hands to get it accomplished.
As she was passed off from Chandra to Fati she did her best to remain cheery and try to keep up the appearance of someone who was actually enjoying herself despite that she knew the princes were just as upset about her presence there as she was. It wasn't their fault so there was no need to be unpleasant toward them, particularly when they were sympathetic toward her. Besides, she needed Zelenia to think she was fine with all of this.
Eventually she was passed from Fati to Elatha to Arma and then to Avatea. They of course stayed silent, for she had learned that she had now joined the chorus of voices echoing through the air on a constant wavelength of sound. Any words she may have spoken could be immediately detected and give her away if Zelenia was listening, which she likely was.
Still, Sofia could see the look in Avatea's eyes. It seemed as though he knew her spirit had not been broken and that she had every intention of trying to escape this fate that had been forced upon her. It was hard to read just what he himself was thinking but it appeared that at the very least he was not going to stand in her way. He might even be willing to help her, though vocalizing as much was not something either of them could do.
Instead they danced as Zelenia wished, watching each other for confirmation that they were relatively of the same mind that somehow this needed to be stopped.