money, power, glory

The middle of the night seemed to be the only time that Bass could ever actually get anything done. Between being an Azat and an amazing brother, he had very little time to himself. When Serra's call rang out his pale ears perked, wondering what she was requesting. A midnight stroll? Why the heck not? Picking himself up from his little fishing spot he trotted down to the rapids, following her scent until he spotted her, her coat glimmering more blue in the moonlight. "You look like a star, shining like that." He commented softly as he came up behind her, a small smile pressed on his black lips. Charmer? No. More of a jester. His words were not teasing those, he was just making a simple statement. She did look like a star, her pelt catching the beams of moonlight that touched her blue coat, making it appear to be a softer colour than it was.

Picking his way to the side, he gazed away from the star beside him and up to the billions that resided in the sky. "Ever wonder what it would be like to be up there, gazing down upon the world?" He asked, his tail curling neatly over his paws. How small and insignificant would petty things appear to be?

"Speech"
'thoughts'