A flash of light and a few glittery moments, and a small girl sits angrily on her backside, long blonde ringlets cascading down around a small waist and large deep blue eyes glaring angrily up into golden one. Elvis you smelly. Why can’t I go swimming?! Your making me not be a swan!
Elvis chuckled, wrapping his large paws around the small delicate girl, rubbing his large head against her and purring loudly. She glared at him angrily for a moment, before gasping and looking down at his paw. Blood wells from one of the claws, and the girl winces, before ocean eyes turn to him, worry and concern fluttering over her young face.
When did that happen? Was it getting me?
The Liger shrugged his massive shoulders, before nodding slightly.
Oh! You should have said!
I didn’t want you to worry. It doesn’t hurt.
The girl’s mouth twitches down, her eyebrows pulling together. She places a hand on his paw, blue eyes not leaving golden ones. A small flash of light, and his paw his healed. She kisses his nose fondly, before wrapping pale arms around his large golden, slightly stripped, neck.
What would I do without you?
She asked him affectionately, before he gruffly, but gently, disentangled himself.
You’d be just fine Emma.
He purrs at her, before pulling her up gently.

Emma’s a very passionate girl. She often feels compelled to help people, sometimes beyond her so called “calling”, and Dream often commented that this was because of her healing powers. But Emma wandered if it was partly because of her mother. Aerianna often went around helping people, growing fruit for them even if they weren’t hungry. She was also a very social creature, enjoying company over solitude, and while Dream seemed to have accepted that there were times when you had to socialise, Emma threw herself in the deep end and found she was a professional. She loved talking, and playing, and just being with people.

The Liger blinked large eyes as the pattered around the castle, humming slightly to himself as they walked. Aerianna had taught him Elvis Presley songs from another world, and, living up to his namesake, the Liger was a good singer, much like his mistress, and enjoyed “Hound Dog” the most. That was the song he was humming now, and Emma smiled before joining in, adding words to the tune.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog, cryin all the time. You ain’t nothing buta hound dog, a cryin all the time. Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit, and you ain’t no…friend o mine! The friends smile, Emma’s blue dress fluttering in the wind, one dainty hand on the large ligers shoulder, watching the sunrise as they walked.