The Heartwood Fear of power invisible.

He grunted, stared at her in a tired way- no recognition in his gaze, and his words only affirmed that. She felt small in his eyes, and frowned slightly, shuffling a dark paw, trying not to feel hurt that she wasn't remembered. Whatever. He was closer to her sister anyway, right? Or so Huā thought. Why did she care to be remembered by someone who was basically a stranger? 

Yes- ah, we met one time at the beach. She shared awkwardly, not wishing to mention the vomit and hormones of that day. And, um. Ying- she is my sister. And I, I am Huā. Empress of Yuèlóng. She figured some of her words would not ring a bell, but that was okay. Probably better for her if he didn't recall their first meeting at all... perhaps she could start again on a slightly more dignified foot.