Blackfeather Woods Red eyes, blue eyes, white eyes

Azul chugged when the little princess corrected him. He'd been corrected before, but he often found himself calling Kendra princess again. But how could you blame him? Her blood was of importance to him as it was the same blood that ran through Meldresi, the night priestess' veins. He just couldn't get that out of his head, Kendra would always be the princess of Blackfeather Woods.

"Yes! You are Kendra," he agreed with a malicious little toothy grin, "And your mother was called the Night Queen... You may not like it, girl, but you are a princess..." he explained. "But there's no need to call you that if you don't like it. You are Kendra..." he said, nodding calmly.

The mage listened to Kendra's voice as she spoke her thoughts on the old bat's theory. How clever she was, how smart her voice sounded... It was like hearing echoes of the priestess' voice again. "How can you not see?" he said with a devious grin. "Minds like yours are what this world needs, Kendra. There are plenty of fighters, like the wolves in your pack. But thinkers... There aren't enough thinkers here. There are never enough thinkers. There is never enough knowledge." he explained passionately. "I believe Pietro was brought to this world to protect you... And he has done his job wonderfully. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have no one to pass my knowledge to. That's you, Kendra..." he spoke as his eyes shimmered with darkness.