This isn't what she'd expect of limbo, and that's coming from a girl who's been there several times. Mercury steps slowly through the flowers, and frost touches the ground where she walks. Her own wings are soft, feathery, and black. They wrap around her as though to cover her along with the sailor-style uniform and tall boots.

"If you won, shouldn't you be celebrating that with your companions?" Their absence is perhaps the most notable thing, to her.