Things had changed. At one time,
Mjoll was just a violet little baby abandoned by her parents to die in the cold. Without the intervention of 2 Good Samaritan-Kage, she would be long gone to the gnashing jowls of a subservient Cerberus. She gained a new father and a future lover that day, though no one knew it just yet.
Time flew, and already Mjoll was a budding young adult complete with her own naive views about the way life was meant to be. She loved her new makeshift father Monty, but she loved her savior Fusui in a completely different manner. Monty protected her, but Fusui
fought for her. Though time and growth cast a haze over her memories of the traumatizing incident, Mjoll was nevertheless completely enthralled by his heroic deed.
She spent her time collecting trinkets that reminded her of dragons, castles, and of course her Fusui. Most of the time, she would be holed up inside a hollow tree trunk or out looking for Fusui-- who, understandably, occasionally needed some alone-time. Mjoll knew what she wanted. A castle, her knight in shining armor, and a pile of princes and princesses to rule the land.
"Fusui...!" she called, as she always did. Whether or not he was in earshot or cared to respond was up to him. This time, she didn't have a new present for him or a poem. She didn't want him to profess his love for her or recount the story from when she was a child. No. This time, she wanted
babies."Fusui!!"