Jade Fern Grove I was wild, chasing stones.

Far away was not much to go on; less-so was Diaspora, and even though Ibis had ventured throughout this valley she had not encountered the wolves of the mountain range, so she remained oblivious to how close they really were. It sounded new and different though and garnered further interest from her. She would have asked for more details - all in the guise of the story she was fabricating, ridiculous as the situation may have felt to her - but then the pale knight asked for an important distinction.

Who would she choose to be, in this moment? Ibis; the emotional, hard-working, innocent girl who had just lost everything? Or perhaps she would continue to be Cerulean; she had fared better of late, having met Ereshkigal and spent so much time becoming someone new, someone that could be better. What would appeal the most to her knight --?

Cerulean, she drawls. And you, my moon knight?