Maria used to dance, not because it made her happy, not because it satisfied her emotional turmoil. But rather, because it pleased others. The look in their eyes the wonder they say in it made her happy. To bring people joy was something she loved. Aside from that, Maria is generally a down to Earth, none for nonsense, forgetter of childhood stories kind of girl. But when she's stolen from her life, whisked away to Neverland and forced to dance for a rather cold and opposite Peter Pan, Maria is lost in a turmoil of confliction and confusion. It doesn't help that a threat overhangs Peter's days, slowly numbering the hours until the boy who never grew up, grows up.