Envy kept to the shadows as much as they could, their lilac eyes the only thing that betrayed them. Magic surged and prickled through their fur, filling them with exhilaration. They'd been trailing this wolf for quite some time now, their body melding with stone and moss alike, almost indistinguishable from the world around. They despised the way they remained here, watching her, but they found themselves unable to leave, entranced by the golden glow and the cloak that wreathed their gilded form.

The desperate longing in their heart sickened them, begging them to stay. And yet jealousy, sheer and bitter, desperately wanted them to tear their gaze away.

They had to learn her magic, and yet it seemed so useless, and they, as a tiny and inconsequential weasel, would never be able to look so grand. It didn't matter if they donned her cape and made themselves gold with magic; they'd never be that tall, or have long legs like hers... They'd always just be Envy, even if they glowed.

And so, the patch of moss in the shadow of a nearby rock remained, watching and waiting. They began to realize, though, that the wolf was searching for something. She peered into the blackness beyond them, sniffing the air, maybe catching a hint of their breath. But comfortable in their power, Envy remained, knowing that they'd never be found unless they willed it.

"Speech."