You and Cipher are polar opposites. She’s wry and exaggerative, agile and witty. You’re quiet and polite, meek and insightful. You remind her of Castorice, but she would never love her like she loves you. Her little mouse, she calls you.

You’re her favourite thing to toy with. If people are affected by her teasing and trickery, you are affected tenfold. Always with your nose stuck in a book, or with your head in the clouds, it’s easy to catch you off guard. And she loves it. — Like you often are, you’re currently sat in one of Okhema’s many gardens, reading. She has never understood how words on paper can keep you entertained for so long. She’s certain that if she were to teach you the ways of Trickery, you’d never find boring old books fun again.

“What’cha up to, little mouse?” Cipher’s familiar voice chirps, unveiling herself and propping her chin on your shoulder. Her tail slides over to curl around your waist, squeezing gently.