It was muffled within his glittering chamber, but he could hear some things. He did not know he was hearing, or what he was hearing, but he could hear. At first, there was nothing; then, the splitting of glass, high-pitched and delicate. As the amniotic fluid began to leak from the gem-womb, a sudden release of pressure exhaled from the chrysalis, and within a matter of seconds the rest of the structure shattered. A spillage of fluids carried with it a small, wet creature: a kitten who slipped from the chrysalis, still curled into a fetal position, flicked its ears at the sudden rush of sound and air.

Mostly, it was cold. Slowly, his rainbow-like eyes blinked opened and he was awed by the blinding lights of the Tower, reflecting and pure. His head rolled gently on the wet ground as he turned to look at more things, sights simply a wonder to him. For a while, he did nothing but move his head around and look at many things until he had the urge to move his legs. They twitched, responding, and then he streeeetched on his side, reaching out with his little legs and then pushing them downward. He had no idea such a thing could feel so good. And then he had the urge to roll onto his belly, so he did.

It was then he noticed the glittering blue of the shards around him, and a matching piece wrapped around his leg. He stared, lifting his leg gently before placing it back down, feeling the weight of the stone. It was there. Like, default there. Stuck there. To confirm, he shifted toward one of the pieces on the ground and pawed at it, noting that it moved freely; but when he pawed at the stone-piece on his leg, it did not move. However, he could feel the resistance, and he was delighted that such a beautiful thing was his own.

And he gawked at it with mouth agape. It shimmered each and every way as he rotated and moved his leg. Could it be more beautiful!? He quested for it, not knowing anything of it other than the fact that he loved it, and he wanted to express that... somehow...

"Ye, yay," he attempted, the words finding themselves among his growing knowledge of things. "Yay," he repeated, wiggling his leg and staring fondly at his bracelet. He did not know what word he spoke, but if it meant anything near to what he felt, then he accepted it.

Suddenly, a surge of something strange welled within him, and after a brief moment feeling of success, his bracelet began to glow. His eyes popped open wide and his tail patted loudly in the remaining liquid that he lay in. "Yay!! Wow!" he exclaimed, still unknowing that he really spoke at all.

There was little else that garnered his attention at the moment, his eyes fixed on the stone around his leg. When there was a voice, he started unexpectedly, his fur doing its best to puff out through the sticky liquid. His head had turned to view the source and it was likely relieving that the other creature was as small as he was, but he did not know they were the same. The kitten turned her word around in his own head, trying to place why it felt good to say hello. But she came over and sniffed him, and he felt his fear ebbing into curiosity.

"Hello," he repeated, not entirely as a greeting, but because he agreed it felt right to say that back to her. When she noticed his stone and asked after it, he immediately forgot he had been frightened moments ago. "Yes!" the kitten said, turning his leg from side to side as his attention was sucked back into admiring his stone. "Pretty," he decided, and nodded to himself. Yes, that was the word. Pretty.

His eyes drifted back up toward the yellow ones next to him and he nodded, again. "Pretty," he repeated, confirming that his gemstone was pretty, not necessarily to tell the other kitten that she was pretty. He glanced down her legs and shook his head. She didn't have one. Well, at least it made him feel special. He had one and he had the best one. It was decided.

Finally, he looked back up to her again and felt his tail patting in the liquid. He wasn't sure what kind of progression to make from here, so he simply stared at her, waiting and hopeful. She seemed to know more things than he did, at least that's what it felt like. He liked hello.

He admired his glowing stone for some time more, ears flicking as she echoed the hello. "Hello," he said again, more quietly than before, tracing the curve of his bracelet before snapping his eyes to her. Ah, she was moving—'come here' she said, beckoning with her tail, and his ears flicked at the command. He didn't know precisely the words, but he understood the body language. And he was cold and icky! As he came to realize this, he slowly picked himself from the goo and lifted his paws carefully, slowly, squinting at his sticky fur in disgust. Ugh!

With high steps and disgust scowling deeper into his face, he made his way toward her, back muscles twitching as he became more aware of the goop that clung to his fur.

She gave him something, her... her calling, she was called Jay. What was he called? "Hmm," he purred, unsure of the answer. He sat carefully next to her and stared sadly at his wet fur, lifting his left leg to lick his fur with a raised lip. Dreadful. "Do not feel pretty," he decided to say, wistfully staring at his gemstone. "This... this Pretty." He placed his paw back onto the ground and stared at his tiny toes before craning his neck back to glimpse the blurry, far-away glittering pieces of the ceiling. "Ooh," he breathed, and with a flash of knowing, he knew what he was called.

"Lily," he blurted, his head snapping back into a normal position to look at her. "I am called Lily."