More Debris Than You Can Sort Through In One Go [Amon]

She nodded at his words about the spirits and already her thoughts were drifting on as she came to the river and began to follow it towards where she'd found the dam the last time she'd been here. The gentle flow of the river was soothing to her. Yes she was a creature of crashing waves and dancing fires but even Pyralis, for all her mad wandering, enjoyed little moments of peace and quite. Though it was usually only with her family. She kept her golden eyes focused on the river as Amon talked. Amon was something of a chosen one. He knew he had a place to go when he died but she wasn't so certain. She'd been something of nuisance to their father. She was spirited, undisciplined, unruly, and constantly getting into trouble. Her only saving grace had been her uncanny skill in the arts of battle. Even as a girl she was capable of besting opponents twice her age and experience level and she knew was in these skills and in her abilities to navigate that she was given her worth. Pyralis wish to give voice to her concerns but instead she swallowed them before a mischevious grin and a sly glance at her brother was all the warning he'd get before she dug her heels into the ground and flung her chest toward his side seeking to knock him into the river.