Firefly Glen i've got scars, even though they can't always be seen

He wasn't so down tonight, and Aria was glad to see he was returning her suggestion for playful banter. She returned his smirk, her own tail twitching. "You could say that," she replied, settling herself among the glen. The pale princess turned her head, gazing behind him to look at the mountain that he had motioned to. She'd remembered it from their last meeting, but she couldn't recall the mountain exactly. She stared at it now, making a note in her head of it's location-- she'd remember it this time.

When her attention fell back to him, she studied his gaze for a moment. They were the same oceany blue she had remembered from last time-- still not Casmir's eery yellow, but just as intriguing. "I'll assume you didn't sense my presence and drag yourself down from your mountain..." she teased, her ears cupping forward, "What brings you here?" she asked.