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"Race you to the door!" And then she zipped off on her own. "Well, there she goes. At least she still has her energy." Cynthian sighed and folded her arms, then she glanced at Soul with a smile. "Thanks for coming over to help. I appreciate it."

Ivy's ears twitched sideways and she hummed. She stood on her tip toes and gently hovered off the ground. "I can still fly! This is so cool!" Cynthian meanwhile pondered what spurred Ivy's current change. It couldn't have been because Sword, or Darkwhite really, had been on her mind a lot as...

"A what?" Ivy tilted her head. A quick look around at her body later and she caught on. "Wow! Cynthia, look! My legs are back!" "Are you sure you're fine, Ivy?" Cynthian asked with a mild grimace. "I'm fine." Ivy looked away and started at the flower on her tail. "This is so weird. I like...

No response came from the stone at first, and then it wobbled a few times. Cynthian watched with bated breath as Ivy's body steadily reformed with a brand new shape. Cynthian quirked a brow as soon as she recognized the form. "Wait, why do you look like Sw—" "Soul! It's you!" Ivy chirped...

"Here she is," Cynthian said, gesturing at the ultra stone lying motionlessly on the table. She sighed. "Ivy's been shaken up by what happened in Worldcore. I was you could try talking to her. I think she might open up if it's you."

"Thanks. I'll try to do that later." Cynthian opened her back and held up Ivy's stone with a vine. She peered at the dark translucent stone, and it felt like Ivy was staring right back at her. "I can tell that she's there. I feel her presence, but otherwise she may as well be in deep sleep."...

"Oh, Soul? She approached me at the park once and asked for advice on her identity and gender. Glad to hear she's figured herself out." Cynthian smiled. Truth be told, she couldn't help but feel proud of Soul for coming along. "She's like Ivy in a way. Neither of them inherited much of a...

"I guess so..." Cynthian replied, followed by an awkward shuffle. She wondered what else to talk about. "How do you spend your time when we're not going around fighting legendaries and world ending catastrophes? Are there any hobbies you partake on?" Cynthian asked, resting her face on her...

Cynthian stared down at her bouquets with a contemplative look. "I'm still not sure honestly. I thought I'd experience more change or get better but... Well it beats being only as tall as a foot," Cynthian said with a half hearted chuckle. She flipped a few more pages of the book, not really...

"Oh, it's nothing much really. I only tried to help a friend in need, and I'm happy to know I succeeded," Cynthian said with a warm smile. How long ago had that been anyway? Several months? "I was so tiny those days," Cynthian said, wistfully recalling her roselia days. She glanced at Celeste...

"I guess so. A lot has happened, though I'm sure you've heard most of it by now." Cynthian chuckled. She placed the book before her and lazily opened the preface page. She recalled something then glanced at Celeste with a curious hint in her eyes. "You still wear the contacts," Cynthian said...

"The Myth of The Firefly Lilly pad?" Cynthian muttered to herself as she pulled the book out from the fiction section of the library. She hadn't even been sure what brought her there. Boredom perhaps. The book she picked up depicted a red lily with glowing veins coursing through it, as strange...