Envy listened with tangible eagerness, the tip of their tail slightly twitching. Armour? Yes!! The thought filled them with excitement. They'd always wanted armour! Always envied Pride's home-crafted diamond plating. And yet, always put off making some themselves as they'd always known that it would never be the same.

"Yes, yes! Armour!" they trilled eagerly. As Pride continued, Envy blinked. They wondered, for a moment, why anyone would want gold if it were as inconvenient as it sounded. But then, they realised, as a status symbol. What better way to show off one's position than by wearing something terribly pretty, yet inconvenient?

Still... they wanted to be able to bound around and meet their kingdom. They wanted to be known for being a good king, not one who was tied to their throne by armour that they were too weak to lift. The weasel was hardly in a state where it could shoulder any sort of weight for long periods. But then... They wanted the gold armour.

Still seemingly lost in thought, they offered pride a nod. "So long as it looks like gold, that will be good," they decided finally. "Perhaps we can make something lighter and better, then."

And then they nodded, vigorously.

"Yes, yes, of course!" they said gleefully, sinking down and tightening their grasp on the stone beneath their paws, coiling their twitching tail around the back.

Speech. Thought.

Envy watched Pride go with equal pangs of excitement and apprehension, their tail twitching and eyes bright. His words left them with a feeling of pride buzzing throughout them, although they knew they had a lot to do before the ceremony was as good as they wanted it to be.

No matter. They could deal with that when the time arrived. Pride would know what to do; they looked forward to donning their armour for the first time, too.

There were so many possibilities, so so much potential. And this time, it was all about them.

Envy didn't think they'd ever felt this good in all their cycles.

-exit envy-

Speech. Thought.