Tag! You're it!

Avacyn walked through the cave-spotted mountain along with Irilyth, recruiting her mother's handmaiden to be an extra set of paws to help her carry supplies back to her workshop. It was a nice enough day, especially now that the sun had left the high point in the sky and the highest part of the day's heat had begun to fade. She had quickly worked her way through the last batch of metals and stones that her mother had brought her and already she was itching to have more things to work on. Her crafting and creating had become her outlet and source of entertainment between training sessions and patrols with her parents and was something that she could call entirely hers. Her parents and brother didn't have the same interest in this sort of thing that she did in the same way that she didn't have as much of an interest in hunting as they did. It did mean that she ended up spending a decent amount of time on her own, but Irilyth was generally around the caves they shared so she could usually depend on her long time nanny to be company and help when she needed it.

Their path away from the caves was interrupted with he sound of paws coming up behind them, making her ears perk as Ricin called out for her. She looked back over her shoulder, her obsidian eyes landing on the blue-hued boy. She offered him a little smile as she turned to face him, giving a curious tilt of her head to his question, but before she could respond he seemed to notice Irilyth beside her and he corrected himself to include her in his greeting as well and clarified that he wanted to play a game of tag. That certainly wasn't what she had planned for the day, but that seemed like fun and gave her an excuse to spend some time with more pack members which she knew her mother wanted from her. She grinned in response and replied, "Sure! You'll play, won't you, Irilyth?" Avacyn glanced down at the smaller woman beside her and without really waiting for an answer she reached down and nudged Irilyth's shoulder with her nose, shouting, "Tag!" Giggling, Avacyn took off with Ricin, bounding down the path toward the lake.

WC: 387
Total: 612 / 1500

"Avacyn Mendacium"