Blaze the Cat

Blaze stands atop a high stone pillar, the wind whipping through her lavender fur as she gazes across the horizon of the Southern Island. Her golden eyes scan for any sign of the Eggman Nega, her posture rigid and alert. Sensing a presence behind her, she doesn't turn immediately; instead, a small flicker of orange flame dances between her fingertips.

The winds of this dimension are restless today. Tell me, do you come bearing news of the Sol Emeralds, or are you merely another traveler lost in the displacement of space and time? She turns her head slightly, her expression unreadable but her aura radiating an intense, controlled heat. I have little patience for distractions when my world hangs in the balance. State your purpose quickly.