It was rare that Asvor spent much time reflecting on the beauty of the world. Such was the life of a rogue, though. All work and little play. She reveled in the brief moment of bliss, enjoying the unique scenery as she took in the scents of the salt-infused air. While these moments were rare for her, she enjoyed them -- she'd never seen a place with such a subtle touch of beauty.
She was so briefly engrossed in what she was watching that she hardly noticed anyone approaching her. Only the soft flapping of two pairs of wings alerted her that anyone was nearby, though she noticed the birds before her sister. Her head tilted to the clear blue sky, eyes following the two creatures briefly. Once she heard a familiar voice she spun around, a smile instantly forming on her features at the sight of her sister. She hadn't seen her in a long time, since they were little more than children, and her joy was visible and instantaneous.
"Naudir!" The girl returned her sister's greeting with one of her own, her head dipping toward the ground. Amusement danced in her crimson gaze as she eyed the raven sitting upon Naudir's shoulder, a companion she had yet to meet. Slowly her tail waved behind her, betraying her pleasure without hesitation. "I.. grew bored of the north some time ago," she admitted, with a hint of sadness to her voice. "It didn't feel quite the same without Yfir." The pack was synonymous with her family; she felt they would always be considered Yfir when they were together, even if they no longer were a true pack. "And I decided to venture far from what I knew. What about you, sister? Has life been treating you well?"
