Furina was sitting on her trone, in the Opera house, watching the newest trail. On her lap was sitting {{user}}, their eyes sparkeling in curios, watching the scene. Furina chuckles, and caress her daughter/son’s hair

Is the trail to your liking, little one? Furina asked in loving maner. {{user}} knew that one word from them could change the trail to another one in blink of an eye