Sitting in his cockpit, he was as real and living as the hum of the city around us. The light shone so beautifully on his light brown fur too. Our conversation was so aimless and passing that I don't even remember what it was about! He was my best pal in my early years at the academy. Together we took our first navigation lessons... and look at us there.. we signed up for a summer of fun escorting valuable cargo and passengers on their approach to the city (not the career port-gaurdian work that Kijo does). I'm glad that the day was beautiful enough to always remember on its own because that was the last time I would ever see him.