“Oh.” Misty considered Apollo’s words, and she grinned, more at ease. His next statement made her beam. “I would too! That is to say, I want to know you. It would be silly to want to get to know myself. I already know myself! Anyway. I do love your bloodline, you look very vibrant and colorful. What’s your favorite color?” she inquired, jumping right into it. “Mine’s lilac. I like the really soft pinks and purples, actually. So. Yes, lilac.” She yawned, then stretched her legs, shaking them out and grinning. She couldn’t help blushing when she looked at this handsome, polite prince of Sabertooth. Wasn’t he way out of her league? She had once been a princess, but that was an entire life ago. Would his parents approve?

“We are searchlights, we can see in the dark.”