-Then she'd be here too! It was a promise and she couldn't forget. Not ah.

As he spoke again her eyes lifted up towards the fireflies once more, curiously watching them.- "Organized?" -Her eyes followed a few in their little dips and sways, before she nodded, a soft giggle escaping her.- "Ohhh you're right! Like a dance. Or a pretty piece of art."

-Candra it seemed, would always be destined for the lighter side of life. Artist, philosopher, slave.. power just wasn't something her mind even tinkered on. Strange little girl.-