Darcy smiled brightly, showing off extraordinarily white teeth; the color of fresh snow. She waltzed with an imaginary partner to what she thought was the Mess Hall. She continued this until she realized she had bumped into someone(Dante) roughly, making her fall to the floor as he hovered on a toy of his. Though she took a fall her harsh coldness probably setting on his skin. She gasped, pulling away with little effort. "Oh my! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" She asked, staring at him thoughtfully, and thinking of how cute he would like as a cat. "I didn't mean to bump into you, Bart and I were in the middle of a dance." She giggled, shaking her head before getting up just to curtsy. "My name is Darcy."