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"We'll do this one thing, and if you do it well? I'll let you pick what you want for dinner."

Prehnite started out, speaking soft enough to be cordial as he shifted his hand from her shoulder, and took his place before her. He'd settled them in along the edges of a well forested park, near enough to the concrete-asphalt pavement of a running trail. A bench familiar to Prehnite lay not far off, popular resting spot for people mid-treck, near enough a small fountain that it often attracted passersby.

"Now - the fundamentals of gathering energy are - for you as a basic."

He held her hands - "It's done through touch. A gentle tug, like untying a bow." - cupped them in-between his own, and pulled. Watched Mizuki's energy gather, lilac light, small as a firefly -- and then he let it grow - grow - big enough to flash before he allowed it to disperse entirely. To watch the little specks of dandelion fluff born of her own lifeforce, flow eagerly back towards the source.

"Not too little - not too much. On Civilians. We can't have them dropping mid walk in the street and causing a panic. On our enemies though? Go on Mizuki, have a go - you can't hurt me." though he wanted to see if she could. Dared her almost, to try.

Would throw her into a fight enough to garner attention - attraction - to give her a proving ground worth gaining knowledge off of.

"Oh, of course you can sweet girl. Honestly? If they're unsavory *enough*, you can make them go to sleep forever. I wouldn't even bat an eye." and there was only surprised glint, open awe, devoid of all caution for every little bit of her eagerness she held. Once upon a time -- when pulling stars -- *souls* -- and leaving bodies had been the norm; a terrifying necessity, compounded by the dropdown tiers of demands that'd lingered from the slim upper ranks onto those below. Tasks that fell heavy as hammers and were equally as detrimental to the bodies and minds of subordinates. He thought fewer of them left then; unless it was into a gravesite.

Certainly? There was far more fear, and when that was absent -- malice -- confusion. That vicious willful glee came with time and training. A learned behavior. That's how it'd felt for him for so long. Yet here? Little lilac wildfire offering up bodies -- deadly as a bell-plant straight out of the amazon. Did she understand? Did he care if she didn't?

How much more perfect it made her. Not for finery n filigree, but for actual *use*.

Even as he felt the edges of sleep tug on the corners of his eyelids, the heaviness that came with sharing ones lifeforce, giving it up. He thought he'd done something terribly wonderful by stealing her away and demanding that shared custody, it was something even that surly Firebomb couldn't deny.

She was such a fast learner --- there was no hesitation --- every bell in his brain screamed about how deadly that tone was coming from such a passive looking girl. The thing's she'd do if he'd let her...

He tapped the inside of her elbow gently, soft nudge, n praise. "It is, isn't it? That's why we must be careful when we go out at night....or in the day. Especially when we take from those we don't know, because what if it's you? Or me, or your Papa a la flambé; only all dressed up as people. There aren't always auras to give us away -- no little cards in our wallets saying 'Agents of Metallia' in embroidered gold." the green and black it flickered, sworled, spattered into leaving her hand before being drawn like a magnet home.

"But? There are those you don't have to hesitate on, not even for a second," she'd learn to fight prettily later, to defend herself, if he had to beg Sonia into it and play the godamned target board for whatever blows would come. If Hatsya could teach a bunch of children swords then she could certainly teach Mizuki proper tactics in combat. "which leads us into step two -- Auras -- as lovely as energy is, a Starseed is even lovelier, don't you think my little Zu'lilly?" and he fell into explaining; auras, tiers, the level of enemies from Basic to Eternal - the difference between a knight and a Knight.

How Civilians and their strange new alien friends seemed to lack these things entirely. How he envied that she could simply pluck her soul free without a single bit of hesitation behind the action. A child with a crystaline toy of great value, and she was worth every bit it's weight in gold. He beckoned Mizuki into step behind him - because there would be people - the worn trails that wove between cool-limbed trees were familiar hunting grounds, well favored, beloved.

"Restraint is important when setting a trap for prettier prey, and oft-times? If a civilian screams loud enough while you pluck out their most important parts, a Senshi will come on the heels of it." he scanned the outlines of shadows -- caught a slow-moving shape.

Would it come in the form of a runner -- couples lingering on park benches -- the occasional malignant type; sleeping the night off.

"Go on Zuzu --"

Prehnite preened, silently, save for the widening tug of his ruler straight lips into an honest to gods smile; it nearly hurt to feel it so. He imagined it like a grimace, for all that he was pleased. Never had he met someone who took to things so naturally. She skipped through the steps like they were a light breeze and she amongst a pleasant field of daisies, she listened, went along at athousand miles and came out ahead of where even he had intended to lead.

It was proper of a Lilac though, wasn't it? The spanning of purples that signified love and passion, edges of magenta and blue that made him think of happiness so easily. Mizuki's happiness, his teams.

No sooner had he gotten his own spark of energy returned-- than he was watching her on the move once more; and rather than interfere? He observed at a distance. Cloaked dagger and shadow hedging back just far enough to not be a disturbance to her--- Mizuki was his child that wasn't, and he'd read that the best way to let a child learn was to let them play, wasn't it? Exploring the world and trying new things their own way.

Never had he imagined her to be so polite about it all, and nearly choked on a laugh when he realized she'd waited for her prey to end their call instead of simply...

It was a surprising amount of restraint on her end, wasn't it? There was no wiping his grin into sternness. It was stuck there now. Maybe he should've chastised her for going for the soul directly---but? He was of an older generation, one raised on starseeds as necessary quota, instead of optional fare, and finding one precious, willing flower amongst the mud and weeds of thousands of other possible recruits? That was a rare thing indeed. She was no shrinking violet or fragrant lily; she was a carnivorous plant guised as the worlds happiest lilac. He found that he loved her even more-so for it, and wasn't about to criticize the natural talent she had; especially not the sort that could someday save her life. No, that deserved all the worlds encouragement!

"Lookit you, so full of restraint, and what a beautiful prize. I want you to keep that one on you Mizuki, just in case. Sometimes there are street youma that get rowdy, sometimes? You can buy your way out of a fight if you have something precious to barter--not that you'd ever need to. You're perfectly deadly just as you are," and he would avail himself to only ever be a call away. "Now! We're going to learn how to hide a body....You know, they never used to go over these things when we first started this. The hospitals were full of coma-sleeping piles of compost to be. We were so desperate as to be indiscreet, you however, won't have that problem."

He patted Mizuki on the head affectionately, and considered taking her out to ice cream after. It would've been nice to learn whichever sort of fare would become her favorite, just so he could stock it in his home properly -- goodness knew where her Firefather kept his -- anything -- what even did Faustite eat? Roaches? Shadow-rats? Regardless, he'd sooner die than send her to the barracks to succor on whatever they called food. It wasn't even worth his consideration..