"Great art can only uplift," Cygne murmurs, and rubs her hands together in satisfaction. "I have no doubt we can find something that will suit. My daughter was . . . closer to your size, when she was your age, and dancing with as much dedication."

A thin thread of disapproval lines Cygne's smile, speaking of this one way Sheriff Mallard is not quite making the grade these days. Cygne rises. "Come with me dear, we'll do a little shopping of a kind."