As the frogs hop closer, Serenity stands still, watching Wilhelm's creativity and sentiment take physical form. Her powers are nothing so sweet or tangible; she manipulates the mind and heart, or shatters that which already exists. They are so different and yet still very similar at their cores.

Heralds of transformation and change, transcendence and evolution, and even after all this time, they are still quietly fearful of what this means for them or for the world around them.

There is no familiarity on her face when he says the word "river," but her expression stays kind and she continues to hold her little frog companion. "Yes. It's nice to see you. I like your wings."

They're always different when she sees him, although she doesn't really have a way to know how often he may change his appearance.