As time passed Hui at first appeared to be like her Aunt Sheegwa. She was sweet and kind to others and loved to play. It wasn't long before she repeatedly expressed excitement for learning how to fly from her father.
Months later, she started to act a little more like her mother. She was constantly exploring and wanted to learn about everything. However, like her father, she was more cautious with her exploring. She planned to do most of her exploring after she learned to fly, when she would be able to visit more locations and be able to get herself out of sticky situations. She also wanted to learn how to write and draw. Mostly draw.
"Hui!" Fu-Fu called from outside one day.
Hui was inside playing with her mom and the mice. But, when she heard Fu-Fu call she reluctantly walked outside.
"Aw dad I was having fun." Hui pouted.
"Hey, who was the one who wanted to learn how to fly?" Fu-Fu smirked.
Hui's face brightened immediately.
"Really? You're going to teach me how to fly?" Hui said excitedly.
"Of course, you're old enough." Fu-Fu smiled.
Sagwa just appeared.
"And when you're done maybe your father and I can teach you how to draw and write." She smiled.
Recently Fu-Fu realized that he could learn how to draw and write by holding onto brushes with his hands.
"That'd be great!" Hui smiled. "How about drawing first?"
"Sure." Sagwa agreed.
For most of the day Fu-Fu taught Hui how to fly, who picked it up quickly. That evening Sagwa and Fu-Fu both taught Hui how to paint. That was a little harder for Hui, especially since she didn't want any accidental ink on her hands. However, in honor of her mom's first great deed, reforming The Foolish Magistrate, she did plan to put an ink mark on her face later.
Speaking of which, Sheegwa got a face mark of her own. It was shaped like a butterfly, minus the antennae.
Hui eventually got the hang of using the paintbrushes and started to enjoy drawing and calligraphy. She grew up to be a great scribe like her mother. Eventually she gained her own ink mark, a simple one since she wasn't that into fancy things. It was merely a thin oval that ran from her forehead to her nose.
Oh, and as for Dongwa and Sheegwa they too ended up with someone. Dongwa finally acknowledge his romantic feelings for Han-Han, who had always liked him back. Dongwa was the only cat she knew who wasn't afraid to show how kindhearted he could be. In Sheegwa's case it was a new cat who had moved into the village. He was kind and playful, but also wise and knew when to be serious. His name was Hu-Tieh, as he was always light and gentle as a butterfly.