~Kamari~
I found myself prolonging the inevitable. I knew I couldn't run from talking with Calea. I needed to, but for now, Ignis had my attention. "I want to fly, like my father does."
My heart skips a beat, and my hands stop moving. I was working on Ignis' silky hair, making it an elegant updo. I clear my throat. "Oh? But you can't shift yet–"
"Yes, I can," she says as she looks over her shoulder at me. I want to roam the skies like my father does." I notice her gaze out the window, her eyes full of wanderlust. I finish her hair. "Were you not going to tell me you could shift?"
Ignis turns around, "I happened not too long ago, and, you seemed so sad, I didn't want to make it worse."