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Soul thought that was a good idea. Here, they didn't have anything to target. "Sure! Let's go." <><><><><>

Soul nodded. "I think it was a hex. Definitely something ghostly like that." "You could probably do it, too. I just did the thing you said, and looked into my stone. Find energy that's angry, and let it out. It's easy. It already wants to go out, you just have to let it."

Soul focused on the stone in their core. Purple wisps of energy swirled around them. Soul didn't want to hurt Petram, nor to damage anything else in the room, and their wisps fizzled out during the indecision. "I did something! I did something! That looked a little bit like what Astrid did...

Spirit's voice quivered with nervousness. "Okay. I've never done this before, though. How do you do it?"

Feeling shy under Petram's gaze, Soul pulled their six tails over themself. Then Petram hugged them. It felt... nice. "I am older, I guess..." Soul didn't feel older, though. It was Petram helping them figure themself out, and not the other way around. "I didn't really do anything before the...

Soul was intrigued. "Oh? Ice vulpixes are fairies, too? That would be a good pick." Soul focused on their form. It had been hard to define their vague legs, but this time they had a goal. Six tails formed. A head. Ears. Their stubby appendages refined into proper legs, ending in paws. "There...

Soul considered the option. They could probably draw one Celeste's memories of his mother or sister to become a psychic... Or would she have to start as a Fennekin? Still, there were other psychics out there. To be able to bend their world with their mind. It was a tempting option. It was...

Soul bounced up and down. "Yes! I think I'd like that! I'll need to learn to fight so I we can fend off any maurauders and ruffians who fall upon us! There's so many things I could learn. I could be a fairy, or a bug, or a ghost or a psychic!" Soul's enthusiasm dropped. "There's too many...

Soul would've smiled, had they a face. "I like that idea. By the time I'm finished, I might have collected up enough memories to make an identity for myself."

"A... scrapbook? What is a scrapbook?" Soul listened to the rest of what Petram had to say. "Gather... memories? That sounds like a nice idea. How do I put the memories into a book, though?"

Soul stopped to think for a moment. "Write a story... He was thinking about writing a story about all this. I could try to do that for him... but I don't know how to start it. Or end it, because it's still happening. I'd want my story to be something he couldn't get from the library, but the...

"You just... are yourself? Hmm. I don't think I can also be you." Soul stopped to ponder that conundrum. "He likes books. He reads me stories sometimes. Before we go to sleep. I like them. Maybe I can be like one of the characters in the books..."

Soul tried to shrug, though it came out as more of a wobble. "He's nice. But I... I just don't know how to be his shade, though. I mean, you make Icetales happy and proud and things, right? That's why I need to talk to you! I need you to teach me how to do that. I want to make Celeste happy and...

Soul walked down the hall of the dorms. They'd learned to form their amorphous body into something resembling an ill-defined quadruped, but was still getting the hang of walking. They came to one dorm in particular, the one where Celeste's friend was staying. There was another shade in there...