It had not been long since Lysis Armada had seen her father, yet she missed his presence dearly. It was difficult for him to always be around -- her siblings were numerous, and the woman he cared for certainly not scarce, so his absence was understood and accepted by her. She had grown considerably stronger the last few weeks. For much of her puphood, she'd grown tired easily, prone to long bouts of weakness and sleep, always sickly and frail. But spring seemed to be a new beginning for her, breathing life into her soul, as well as the earth. Warmth had permeated her core, and she was quickly growing stronger, both physically and mentally. She was growing sharp in mind and her tongue was just as quick. A true Armada, no doubt; and one that missed her father. And so the girl with the creamy-white pelt would tilt her slender muzzle to the sky, calling for him, begging for his presence. When her song ended, she would lower herself to the ground and wait, eyes bright and alert as she searched for him.

The child had been born to the unfortunate events of ill health, and with Euphrosyne?s disappearance it had made the small beauties upbringing no easier. With an eager sway he would find himself yielding to the tiny clutch of her brittle call, so small in size and yet it bore a mental and physical pull few other than his blood could counterpart. In her presence he almost felt as if he should tread lightly; perhaps afraid of taking an ill step and threatening her once meagre figure. And yet before him blossomed the growing stature of a near-teenager, divine in every twist of her skeleton and pale brilliance. ?My daughter, how strong you are now,? he greeted her with a proud gentleness only his family were granted, unveiling the stern outer shell of his sophistication and allowing her to see the softer sentiment that loitered within; wanting to approach her from her left side, eager to trace his salmon tongue down the contours of her darling face.

Her father's presence was so strong and awe-inspiring that the child felt her breath catch in her throat as he approached. A genuine smile would overtake her delicate features, her tail beginning to sway behind her lithe frame. Her happiness could not be denied, nor did she try to contain it. "Daddy," she nearly exclaimed, voice rising with joy at the sight of him. "I have missed you!" She understood how large their family was, beginning to comprehend the vastness of her father's empire and responsibilities. Lysis would not be selfish in regards to him, even if she wanted to spend more time with him as of late. "I wanted to talk to you about mother," she began carefully, yielding to his embrace as he touched her, her tail still waving with delight behind her. "I miss her."