[Well, if Vianca was fine with it -- pop! -- there was once again a tiny cottonball bouncing into the air. As a Jumpluff, she didn't stay still for long at all, letting the breeze pull her along, trying to tap into the pulse all around her. Every so often she would come bouncing back to Vianca to repeat the process anew. Wouldn't do any good to get off-course, would it?]