Masque piqued her head in curiosity, it was a mirrored movement to Tychon’s own expression of dumbfoundment and confusion. Her shielded eyes narrowed in concern and her own confusion. It was tough, to try to explain what she felt when she was still so young she was not even sure she felt it. She simply knew it was true, but did not have the ability to express it. However, her age had not yet seen it fit to give her the ability to give legitimacy to her argument. With a heavy sigh she was forced to give up on this discussion. For now at least.

But her smile was brilliant at his suggestion. Of course she would love to meet him again! Absolutely! She hesitated for a moment though, her ears flicking once in uncertainty. Would a year be long enough for her to understand and find what she needed to? Now he had beven given her something else to consider. ‘The four forms of matter.’ She snorted lightly from her nose. Spring of my second year. She counter proposed with a wag of her tail and an excited wiggle of her body. I will find proof of magic beyond Imprinting, and find out whatever the four four forms of matter are. As long as you meet me, think about magic, and tell me four things that matter. Every milk tooth showed in her glittering grin. Masque all but twirled away from him, spun back, ran in a circle around him, and dashed in the general direction of where she thought Taviora would be. Just before she raced down the trail she stopped and spun back to face him. Spring. Here. Or I will find you. She promised. A last flick of her tail and the puppy raced away, not even realizing how frantic her mother or other various caretakers would be over her extended disappearance.