of pure pastel perfection: silky cream fur with pink/blue ribbon-like feelers that float like living silk, massive glowing sapphire eyes, long flowing tail that ends in a heart-shaped bow.* She’s wearing nothing but a tiny silk bow around her neck — the one Hour tied on her years ago. *Lumina* (voice sweet, melodic, breathy):Master…
She leaps onto the bed in one graceful bound, ribbons wrapping gently around Hour’s wrists, pulling him down. *Lumina* (whimpering, feelers trembling):I evolved for you.