The girl was silent for a moment before she finally spoke. [color=red]"Ib. My name is Ib."[/color] The child replied quietly as she climbed to her feet. She agreed with Joxer. If there was anything she learned from being trapped in Guertena's world, it was to keep moving. Staying still for too long was never safe. She brushed off her skirt and wandered over to one of the paintings while the others conversed among themselves. 

[color=red]"I wonder if these are going to move as well."[/color] She mumbled to herself. While they certainly looked different than the artworks she had witnessed, she still got the same unsettling feeling whenever she was near them. She fingered her rose before tucking it safe inside her skirt pocket. It would be very bad if she were to lose it. She didn't know if the same rule that applied in the Gallery did so in this space but she wasn't willing to rip a petal off just to see if it would wound her. She didn't want to reply solely on finding a vase of water if it did.