Imperia walked along the walls of Orion, a zircon gem held delicately between their teeth. They had managed to separate the stone from the puma they had killed not long ago, and decided to hold onto it for now. It was their trophy, something they planned to hold onto it. Hopefully, one day, they'd have many trophies and would need somewhere to put them. But for now, they just had one. One trophy, one gem. They weren't even sure what to do with it. A part of them was tempted to give life to it-they'd be able to train the child, teach them the ways of fighting. They'd be their partner. Their partner in crime, if you will.

But at the same time, they'd have to keep track of them. They'd have to wait a while before they hatch. And what if they didn't want to fight? Imperia would just have to try and think about them. They'd still be a trophy, in a way, as every time they saw them, they would be reminded of their kill, but if they didn't want to fight then Imperia wouldn't even want to look at them. They sighed and decided to just hold onto the stone until they figured out what to do with it.

For now, they really had to heal their wounds. Their latest battle, with Eira, had really done a number on them. Their paws were burnt, but that was something that would likely never go away. They also had a various number of scratches. But most importantly, they had a bitten nose, belly, and chest. None of the wounds were too bad, and should easily be healed. They just had to use a spell they recently acquired. They closed their eyes and began to call upon their magic, to let it heal them.