[i]Bonk. Bonk. Bonk bonk bonk.[/i] The imaginary trees of the realm sounded hollow to Violetta's ears, even if they were muffled by her blonde hair and commissar cap piling around her ears. She was glad to have them, though. They, along with the magical longcoat, kept the worst of the cold out. She smirked, thinking about how her melanin enriched companion, in her skimpy little dress was probably freezing her butt off, and carried on hopping from tree to tree. Occasionally, on her journey, a rabbit familiar would pop up, but they were hardly worth the waste in mana. She just prodded at them, and forced them to take the longest step back of their pathetically short lives. 

The canopy grew downwards, and she was forced to go slower and slower as the trees angled downwards, into the sky. The white ceiling fell away, leaving a space larger then an ancient Gothic cathedral for her to jump around in. It'd be quite relaxing if it weren't for the uncanny valley effect, in an almost literal sense. The occasional beams of light coming from underneath her were a sore reminder of how much it'd hurt if she misstepped. But she was a musician's daughter, it was hardly even a thing for her. She stopped once she saw the icy spire, and tried to angle it. It was far too far away for her to get a good measure of it's size with her depth perception, it was that big. But at least she had someone with her she could, for a lack of a better word, trust.