Inspira looked up as the butterflies surrounded her and smiled, offering a hand for one to land upon.
"He was one of my favorites, you know," she said fondly, descending from the stage. "Even though I was not supposed to choose favorites and even though my sisters claimed him as their own," she said finishing with a sigh.
She sat down next to Delirium, her blue robe always floating and rippling even without wind. "I didn't have claim to many back then, being so young. I am still considered young by them, though. A child even, premature. But, ah, he was my favorite..." she said leaning back into the seat.