Ash's reddish-purple eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Well, I'll say you've exceeded them," he replied, his voice warm and genuine.
"You're no longer the little girl who's uncertain, but you're becoming exactly what I hoped for — a true World Weaver."
Elysia smiled softly as she gazed at Emma.
"And.... you've grown into quite the beauty," she said with a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Hehe, perhaps you'll even earn yourself the chance to be something more than an Empress."
Vigil, the white Watcher perched on Ash's shoulder, gave a soft hoot of agreement, his golden eyes shimmering with quiet respect.
"While I'm not entirely sure what Lady Elysia is implying," he remarked, "I must say, you've become truly remarkable… and I believe you are worthy of the title World Weaver."
Aethea, the darker owl perched on his other shoulder, gave a slow nod, her voice low and approving.
