Midnight report

He would watch the result of his question, the dip of her ears, the heavy set of her heart. He knew he was bringing back old memories, and wondered if she would have rather left them in the past. However, she was the one to bring them up, and he wondered if a part of her wished them to be remembered by others as well.

He listened carefully to her descriptions, tail flicking idly behind him as he did so. Quiet & clever, angry, and sweet. He supposed those descriptions could almost fit, in order, to Indigo, Asla, and Mortis. Io however, as a snobby Princess? He laughed softly, seeing none of that in her now. Perhaps there was hope for Azure, perhaps, like Io, he would be someone different by the time he was grown.