Caprice had sought a script or libretto that would explain the action upon the stage. Lore or clues to part the curtains that still shrouded the meaning behind the rules of the game. Alas these mysteries would remain unanswered.
But something about what she did find allured her nonetheless. A little hand mirror. It was not gilded like the valuable treasures that had rained down like a piñata's prize at the end of the last act. It held some charm regardless. Perhaps the shopkeep would buy it anyway but... As Caprice picked it up and stole a coy glance of herself, she found a smile upon her lips, framed by her fingertips.
She had meant to do some reflection after her actions in the last level, surely a mirror would be handy for that? Or perhaps she was simply obsessed with herself? Given the subject of her reflection was her own self-obsession, it was a gnarly knot that twisted itself around her mind. Still, she slipped the small mirror away. She was keeping this one.
The sound of a certain boy's words tickled her ears, and Caprice finally looked up to spy Thomas taking his leave. His words had not communicated the message with Caprice's lack of attention, but his actions certainly did, and Caprice followed him.
She felt a bit tired of running so she decided to skate after him, laying down a path of frozen sugar ice in front of herself to traverse upon candy cane blades. Not exactly as maneuverable a method as simply running in these winding ways, so she lagged a little behind.
Patting the hand mirror beneath her clothes, Caprice muttered to herself, "I suppose this makes me the thief we're trying to catch? Mmm, I'll have to have a bone or two up my sleeve in case the butler shows himself again."
Caprice maintained at least enough awareness to keep a better eye ahead of her this time, ceasing her frosty shenanigans and quick stepping to a halt several yards behind Thomas to remain well out of accidental glaive range.