Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

The flowers she emerged from must have masked her—a fact Fig tucked away for safe keeping as it seemed like something that could come in handy during a hunt one day. He stilled when he heard her moving, but smiled broadly once he heard her voice and saw her face. No wonder he hadn't been too alarmed by the sound. He'd recognized it.

"Sunflower," Fig said fondly, his tail waving against his haunches. He considered what she'd said and then shook his head. "I'm afraid it might be too late for me," Fig answered her, "I'd be interested in hearing your opinion, though."