Here came the mention of a dead man, whose promise had been made to make a home for the contiment of children he had adopted. "I don't doubt you for a second, Quelt." Her steely banner would wave happily before she would stand, her icon stretching for a moment before she would race off into the distance, legs elongating to reach long strides, paws finding cold stone beneath them. Her front half would twist to the right as she jumped onto another stone, this one the top of a small cave entrance, rubies giving chase to her larger brother. Enough serious talk for now. It was just depressing after the typhoon, and the mood needed to lighten just a bit. Just him and his epiphanies could be left behind. Could he ever let anyone go? Perhaps he could accept that Hajime had moved on, and so should he. In time, she promised herself, in time.
