She listened, and her eyes would widen a bit, something wild in them, as he spoke.

She liked feeling powerful. she liked having power that could help people, because she loves her friends and loves making friends. but what of power? he called her a force to be reckoned with, or atleast, that she could become one.

like the very light she controlled, huh? a force.

she's not sure where the train of thought starts, exactly, but...

theres plenty people in the caves that could kill her if they wanted, and there are many who WOULD want it, should they set eyes on her. she was cute, and fluffy, and sweet, with delicate wings that glimmered like rainbow film, but she had claws too. long ones. those who underestimated her, who attacked her, who tasted her sweet blood and spit her out with disgust, wouldn't be something she fought with desperation, but instead understanding of POWER.

Not if she gets this right.

she nodded, her attentive smile breaking into a wild grin, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Thank you master vargas, you've inspired me!! enjoy your skull, and see you in draco soon!! be safe!" she called out, and before even she knew it, she was gone, chasing after something new and very, VERY exciting.

*exit