For as little as Danalite enjoyed the Senshi Magic that her own side could use, she decided that she really, truly despised the magic that Knights wielded. Even if the stupid magic of that Venus Squire was no more than an echo of a memory…it was still one that tried to replay in her mind more than she was comfortable with, and not even Ren’s words of comfort or her brother’s words of love could really chase away the empty feeling that it had conjured.

But, it was another day, and the aura that she felt nearby was not that of someone who was on her level, and so Danalite moved towards it swiftly and rather recklessly. If it was a page, perhaps they were like she was. Confused, annoyed and utterly disillusioned with the lack of power that they were given.

If she could try to mentor whoever it was…try to help them as Marialite, as Caledonite and Mourite had helped her…

Well. The White Moon would be down another Page soon enough, now wouldn’t it?

As she got closer she teleported, popping up right behind the blue and white clad woman with the lovely hair.

Her dagger was placed carefully across her neck and Danalite grinned. “Well, hey there. I hope you were given something better than a container of glitter. It sucks to have nothing to fight with, doesn’t it?”
Shanyume