Pip snuggled in tight, watery-happy sounds running over the edges of her tiny person. "Hmm! OK. Woul, a Majest is like sunlight that talks. They can make light do whatever they want. Imma Shade, so sorcerers'll tell you- I'm madea dark. I guess that kinda makes sense, even though I got a glow, like any other kinda Aethie."

A scuffle followed along Joanna's cheek and the small shape she had just glances before flickered out before her. Wings and a tail in black, a flash of heliotrope at the center, besides a visage something of a mouse, there before it vanished again.

"I like moonlight an starlight OK, but the sun kinda ows."