Restlessness had pulled Wilder out of her cathedral (her cathedral? She needed to keep reminding herself it didn't belong to anyone) after many cycles of being mostly alone. Fear, perhaps, of another unfortunate fate meeting her, for that's all what seemed to happen whenever she dared to leave her sanctuary. Another awful thing happens and she's sent spiraling.

But she'd pulled a card. A beautiful illustration of a knight, holding a sword high. Reversed. Of course it was.

Keeping that meaning into the deepest parts of her mind, she left and wandered for a while, stretching her legs and cosmic wings, and also telling herself she was patrolling. Making sure nobody needed help.

She was high up on the ridges at the moment, taking a short breather, paws tucked beneath her chest as she looked out into the cold cave before her. It did not take a close or careful eye to notice the white cub, bright against the gray stones. Very very close to the edge of the lagoon...

An urge to help pulled Wilder forward and she immediately slid right from a sitting position to a flying one, as sparkling wings stretched out from her shoulders and carried her in a wide swoop down towards where the cub was standing. A few moments later, she was touching down behind her, making sure to make some noise at least to let her know she was there, so she didn't startle her into falling in.

"Hey," she chirped as she stepped forward, letting the wings fade away. "I would be careful at the edge. The rocks are slippery and the water is very cold."

She was relieved when the young lion began to step away from the edge and towards her. She watched her toddle forward and realized she was being weighed down by her stone. "Oh! Careful there!" She wasn't going to get to the lion in time to catch her fall, so magic took its place, quickly reaching forward to stop her from tripping. It would feel, to Ambrosine, like something was holding up her body.

Wilder caught up a moment later and looked at the kid, seeing nothing but child-like curiosity in her eyes. The cat quickly glanced around, as if to find chrysalis shards somewhere nearby. How old was this gembound?

The look she gave Ambrosine was warm, though, as she looked back. There was nothing for her to be scared of, or cautious of, from a child. "Hello. I'm Wilder. Do you know your name?" She stepped forward and brushed her tail along her side to try and guide her further away from the edge of the lagoon. Didn't want her to turn and fall off on accident.