Princess Sonia Hedgehog stared out over her cosy stone balcony, her mind on something else rather than the returning beauty of her home planet for a change. She gingerly held the pendant of her new necklace, a fashion item compulsory in the blueblood dress code. It was pretty; just as pretty as her new gown, one that matched her brilliant blue eyes. No matter the worth of her new wardrobe and the thousands of pieces of valuable and gorgeous jewellery, she wasn't satisfied. It had been a week now since the trio had defeated the tyrannical Dr Robotnik and his army of innocent victims in tin prisons. She was glad that the roboticised population of Mobius were facing rehabilitation to become servers of society once more, but she couldn't help but sorrow herself for their lives; wasted for nothing. It had been a week. Why wasn't she enjoying the freedom?
Oh, she knew why.
The idea came back to her when she heard footsteps crowd behind her, stopping close by.
"Do you really have to go?" she sighed, her eyes on the horizons. The footsteps resumed, a casual figure drawing up beside her as if one could say he lived here. "Sis, you know I have to".
Sonia turned her head. She didn't really want to. She was mad at him, but she had to. She needed one last good look at him before the final hour. Prince Sonic Hedgehog stood beside her, leaning over the balcony wall with sincere eyes, smiling at her apologetically. The nerve he had, giving her that look. If it really bothered him, he wouldn't be doing this to her.
"I can't believe after all we've been through... we finally find our mother and restore peace... and you want to leave it all behind!" she growled, jerking her head forward, accusingly. Sonic lowered his ears. She really wasn't making this any easier for him, not that it was entirely easy to begin with. He gave a sigh. "You know I'm no good at this kinda stuff, Sonia," he fiddled with the royal annoyance he bore over his shoulders; his own golden necklace equipped with another precious stone as its pendant, not to mention the little red cape and the gold trim around it. If you asked him, it was way too stuffy for anyone to bear, maybe even for Bartleby. "Makin' laws, goin' to fancy banquets-"
"But we used to do that all the time!" she protested.
"Yeah, but back then we were icrashin'/i those parties" he corrected her with a raise of his eyebrow. "I gotta see the world and make tracks. Get caught up in adventure like the old days. I feel like I'm missin' everything that's goin' on out there." He brought his attention back to the view from the balcony, his eyes dimming in slight longing, something he'd never felt before. "Never once complained about being on the run; and the resistance was like a home for me already. I'll always be a Mobius Monty, though... you can count on that."
The pink hedgehog couldn't stand it any longer, and she allowed the tears to stain her peach cheeks, closing her eyes in a quiet prayer. Who knew the freedom of Mobius was the one thing she wished had never been achieved...
