What's the Worst That I Can Say?

Summer in Auster was hot and humid. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, giving Pyralis a bit of respite on her journey back to the Talis home lands. She'd been pulled away from her exploration the last time but this time she was going to complete what she'd started come hell or high water and to make sure her kids didn't get into any trouble while she was away, she'd dragged them along. Pausing at the border Pyralis let out a brief howl to let Dragon know she was there before marching right into the territory. Above her Alkali soared, the hawks wings casting a shadow on the ground as she slipped in front of the moon.

It was truly gorgeous here. The lush plains stretched out before her, dotted with flickering lightning bugs. An earthly imitation of the grand spectacle of stars that stretched above her in the velvety black of night. She paused to wait for her children to catch up. They were here to learn and to observe and she expected them both to take something from this experience and be, reasonably, behaved.