-Even in the ever colder gardens, this odd winged girl seems surrounded by an aura of warmth. Not a figurative/metaphorical one, either. But literal actual warmth, so much so that she hardly looks cold at all in spite of her admittedly sparse clothing. She clears her throat a bit, giving a bow to the vine.-

Um... I have been put under the impression that I can seek assistance and speak to the other ladies of the garden through this?

My name is Dizzy. It's very nice to meet you all. And I really do not wish to inconvenience anyone, especially in this weather, but...

I'm lost.

[For some reason, she wasn't expecting it to still be here.

Santana had rebuilt the choir room from her school back home ages ago in a moment of homesickness. It didn't look like anyone had stepped foot in it since she left. A year ago for her, but just four months for everyone here. It had been a tiny comfort then, but now? She wasn't sure what to think about stepping inside, other than wow, nobody's been in here for ages.

She knows the vine is watching her. She flips it the finger and takes a seat on the piano.]

I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to sing, right?

[There's a bird chirping next to her. How the hell did it even get in here? She might as well, if it's encouraging her.]

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...

[She stops after the first chorus. Santana no longer faces the vine, but moves around the choir room, rearranging and cleaning things for a while until she's face to face with the vine that's been watching her.]

Hey. Anyone got anything to do? I'm bored.