Surrounded by the trappings of their artistic, athletic and intellectual pursuits, the children of two worlds have many spots scouts out on Xerfantes Island, off Azeria's coast. One of their favorite places is a clutch of trees where the grass is soft and the wind warm, the sound of crashing waves all that breaks the stillness.

"Hey Ori..." Eshoq murmured softly.

"Mmm?" The muscular wolfox trilled in response.

"I'd trade every psychic power I possess just to share moments like this with you." The bassist of Chanbara Sunrise murred.

Oriana's fangs flashed in a wide grin. "Good thing you don't haf'ta, gorgeous."

Lex nuzzled Na'eema, meanwhile, feeling that ephemeral connection with her, always on the edge of perception, like every moment with her is made from the stuff of dreams.

"What's in your lil' cauldron?" He asked.

Na'eema smiled. "Just some herbs for a potion. Mom's got ulcers training some new recruits at the precinct and it'll make her feel better."

"Heh, was half-expecting the ingredients for another fur-change prank..." Lex snickered.

"I dunno, ya' look good in pink, Lexy." Oriana snickered.

"Yeah, yeah, shaddap..." Lex snickered.

Such days would one day feel all too distant, but the places they found would always be there for them to come back to and gaze up at the clear Azerian or Spiran skies once again.

[Musical accompaniment: https://youtu.be/wHXD3LyUANA ]

[Artwork by the amazing  Kenji_Blake ]