Playing the Part

"So little one, you seem to be doing well here." Dancing in Starlight sits draped across their chair, their back against one arm and their legs slung over the other side. His hair is green, and reaches to his jaw, parted down the middle. Starlight's features are unmistakably eastern, and his outfit is white silk ornately trimmed with an esoteric golden pattern. A large crimson mantle like cloth rests on his arms and shoulders. He wears a necklace, several bangles, and a few rings, all gold and bearing rubies. He fiddles with a strange puzzle sphere of adamant, twisting and adjusting it absent mindedly, occasionally tossing it into the air.

"I believe I am performing adequately. Blades and Wings are easy enough to get along with." Daffodil replies, perfectly upright in the couch, not wasting an inch of space.

"I suspect Morning is difficult to get along with, eh 'Chief'?" Starlight asks, eyes twinkling with amusement. He gives the sphere a harsh twist, eliciting a series of whirring clicks "Rosy as ever chief, enjoying your day chief, don't look so dour chief."

"Stop and smell the flowers, chief." Sunflower comments with obvious disdain, frustration decorating her wooden features.

"Well it is to be expected. After all, it's merely Morning's way of letting you know she likes you." Starlight says with a laugh. He tosses the sphere three times before pushing in three spots and twisting, producing a small bell chime from the sphere."I see you're doing quite well with Song little one, playing your part masterfully."

"Yes master." Daffodil replies, internally lamenting that they are perhaps playing their part too well. "Song has her doubts, about Operation Swordbreaker."

Starlight's expression goes serious and his eyes seem to harden into emeralds. "Yes, but there is no Operation Swordbreaker without Song. Do your best to quell her doubts."

Daffodil nods dutifully. "I will do my part."

Dancing in Starlight nods in reply, before standing and examining the sphere, tracing a small pattern on the sphere, causing a few grooves to light.. "Never forget little one, our mission is nothing less than the salvation of Creation itself."

"Praise be to the Torn Lotus." Daffodil intones.

"Praise be, little one." Dancing in Starlight replies, sitting down once again. Pushing in on the top of the sphere, flooding the room with a strange light, and a song that seems to reverberate within their minds. A familiar Melody.