Turning into a girl feels like the greatest magic of them all. 

You have to understand. You [i]have[/i] to understand. She has--

Everything she's ever known since the day of her birth has been… not extravagant, though it was that? Wrong word. Extra… Extraordinary, that's the word. A barrage of perfect beauty to overwhelm the senses, leave you insensate. The strings of satisfaction, satiation, an end to craving, all wrapped in the form of enough beauty to never end.

And yet, here, as the sun sets around them and the world blooms with oranges and yellows, her eyes can only follow the girl into the shadows under the trees. Follow her out of the realm of spirits, and into the mundane.

"You get out what you put in."

The words are quiet, not quite whispered, more to herself than anything else.

"You know, there's a workshop on a planet somewhere--

"Well, there isn't anymore, not after the Pix crated it up and loaded it into a ship, and it's gone twice now thanks to some asshole birds (remind me to tell you about the birds) and also because the ship the workshop was on got cut in half--"

She swallows, bites off the thought, and laughs at herself.

"Sorry, I had a point in that tangent somewhere. I've left behind more hobbies and forgotten more habits than cigarette butts behind a smoker. But this feels like--"

The words fade. 

This feels like something different. Something new. Something that's finally more than just… something to fill the days.

"…Thank you," she finishes.

For the opportunity, she doesn't say. For not being Princess Yin.

For showing her that she, too, can be just a girl. Not a knight. Not a legendary hero, the stuff of myths. Not the dissident, not the distracted.

Just Dyssia, which seems like the most magical thing of all.