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Kallichore was happy to attend another meeting with Corvus for multiple reasons - Corvus came from a time before herself, knowing people and events that predated any powered life Kallichore herself had. Corvus was awakened during a time of the Moon Princess and strange, alien trees and a Mauvian named Astraea. These times, though historic, were of some significance to Kallichore. She wanted to know everything she could to satisfy her own curiosity, and to perhaps prevent the errors of the past from repeating themselves.

She brought with her a well-worn journal and corresponding pen with which to write. She wanted to immortalize Corvus' memories out of respect for a senshi still active in the war after all these years.

Arriving on the scene, the area around them was blessedly free of any Chaos signatures that may wish to interrupt them. "Good evening, Corvus. I'm glad to see you well. Are you feeling better? I'm sorry our last meeting was... emotionally heavy."

"It's good to see you again as well, Corvus."

It was rare, but always welcome, to find someone with similar or greater tenure than herself. Kallichore couldn't fault those that tired of war, who wished to retire having done something to further the cause. Some had experienced too much to wish to continue. Some were corrupted, some were killed. Those that remained continued to carry the mantle, the weight of the war pressing down on their souls. Only recently did Kallichore find her shoulders no longer slumped with that weight, her moon's gaze ever present on her skin.

With a quiet nod, Kallichore tucked her journal away into subspace to prepare for the ascent into space. "Always. It's an honor to see another homeworld. It's not often I get to see too many outside of my own."

Hmm, Denebola.

Oh, yes. Kallichore remembered her.

"My brother spends a great deal of time with Denebola. He speaks of her with much fondness." Eyes raising to the sky, Kallichore allowed herself a soft smile. Indeed, Denebola functioned as a surrogate mother, filling a hole both deep and wide in her brother's heart. It was a relief to know he was cared for so lovingly by someone who could replace the mother who abandoned them both for a lifestyle decades too young for her. Christa had made peace with that many years ago - Zach did not. But that was neither here, nor there.

Grasping Corvus' hand, the shift of Earth to space to Corvus was as exhilarating as space travel had always been. New sights and sounds and scents would greet her when boots touched solid ground.

There was something very Corvidian, appropriate, about a castle and its accompanying fountain. Corvus looked as though she and her castle were designed as a package - they fit together wonderfully in theme and color. Kallichore, by contrast, looked completely foreign on her world. How odd it was that this was so.

Boots tapped against stone as Kallichore made slow, deliberate rounds about the courtyard. "Ah, and how lovely it is, Corvus. You must be very proud. It's... regal. Very regal. Do you know much about it?"

The gray-haired senshi noted slightly slumped shoulders and a downcast demeanor from Corvus, but chose not to say anything. Poking and prodding may only pick open old scabs, and that was the last thing the senshi wanted to do during this trip to an old world left uninhabited. The gentle squeeze of the hand was returned with gratitude.

"A chibi?" she asked, interested to find that senshi awoke all too soon in the past as well. But if the past was as peaceful as she believed it might have been, why did senshi awaken so young? Perhaps there was some other reasoning behind it. "As young as she might have been, I'm glad she had a Guardian to look after her. That is, if it was a Mauvian, not a standard Earth-analogous cat." Following behind Corvus, Kallichore kept her eyes moving from point to point, taking in every detail she could. The color and texture of the stone, the carvings, tapestries and the sound of the water in the fountain.

Corvus was distinctive, no doubt about it.

"I'm glad you had others to assist in the restoration. Was restoring the water difficult? What did it involve? I assume some sort of plumping system was at work..." Absently, a gloved hand ran over the nearest wall in reverence. Truly, these worlds withstood the tests of time. "My home is... was much more primitive by comparison. I'm afraid I haven't found any plumbing of any kind. Mostly... humble huts and temples and the like."

Kallichore hummed in response, listening closely with eyes to the sky, the story of small Corvus and her Mauvian guardian. It was comforting to know that the Corvus of the past had structure about her, and no Chaos to fight. While each world was wholly unique from all the others, the lack of Negaverse presence (at least, as far as she could tell from what memories she had) was a blessing.

To find that the Mauvian who guarded her in the past still guarded her in the present was a welcome relief. "I'm very glad," she started, eyes still held skyward. Something about the firmament above them called to her in strange ways. "to find that a bond that strong perseveres throughout time and space. I often wonder if my brother would have the same with his Mau?"

While Kallichore did not know Itsuki as intimately as Themisto did, the bond between the two was undeniable.

Corvus' praised earned a look and eyebrows slowly disappearing into a gray hairline. "Ah... yes, well." she tittered, turning away to sigh in embarrassment. Kallichore was many things, but gregarious and charismatic were not among them. She did not accept praise well, nor was she particularly craving of the spotlight. "I'm simply relieved it's been useful."

It was a welcome change in conversation when Corvus began to unravel the mystery of the piping in the castle, and the origin of the water in the fountain. Cogs and gears made thematic sense - the idea of which fitting in very well with the Corvid aesthetic. "Enemy? What enemy?"

A cold shiver struck her then, as the uninvited memory of a crowd of children being asked to sing as Sibyl placed herself between them and the coming end of their world.

Corvus' question brought her out of that hellish nightmare in an instant. Kallichore paused, drawing a breath before answering. "Ah, yes. They were a... particularly religious people. I would equate them to a shamanic people, using wood and stone as their highest technology. Places of worship were more elaborate than humble housing. I... yes, I have several memories of the past."

Heels clicked on ancient stone and a head bowed in silent contemplation. Perhaps it was the coming chaos -- metaphorically-speaking, for Kallichore did not know exactly what had brought the end to her civilization -- that had damaged the castle so. Was it the same force, or was it civil war? Was it civil war, or was it a foreign invasion? So many unanswered questions, and questions only Corvus could find the answers to. Kallichore was curious, though she did not wish to pry.

"Fond?"

The question interrupted her long chain of thoughts, but it was not unwelcome. Lifting her eyes, Kallichore tapped her chin with a gloved hand. "Some, yes. I know Sibyl took issue with how well-respected the Prophet before her was, and felt she was ill-prepared to walk in his footsteps. I've no memories of Prophet, save for what little Sibyl had spoken of him. But she was a motherly sort and had a gaggle of young children underfoot most times. She was a teacher and guide, and in many ways, I look up to her. She was... more personable than I. I wish I could read her diaries..."

Other memories, like those of weeping children, were not so fond, but the senshi chose not to dwell on such things. Corvus might have been a dark world, but depressing, it was not.

"I should think that fear is not uncommon. If we really think about it, would we have believed ourselves if we could go back in time and say, one day, you'll awaken to powers that defy logic, and you had an entire life, perhaps countless lives, before this? I wouldn't have believed it, and I didn't, until I traveled to my moon one day out of curiosity. Finding the ruins of the village was..."

A moment of silence passed between them while Kallichore sought the right word.

The perfect word.

"Epiphanous."