Know Your History

Dusk chuckled softly at Bramble and, as her sister kissed her cheek, the dark girl nuzzled back. Others began to arrive and Dusk waved at them in turn, giving Ember a little lick as the girl nuzzled into her. Then a surprise came.

The beat of wings pulled the antlered fae's attention from the rest of the gathering and a familiar sight came into view. Dusk was on her paws before she knew it and, when the wings came around her, the girl's forelegs were wrapped around the giant bird as much as she could manage. "Zeph!" Dusk slid her cheek over the sleek feathers of the avian's chest, "I missed you so much!" With Zeph settling down on the fur where she'd been sitting, Dusk slid back down to lay on her belly beside him, curled up against his feathered side. They had a lot to talk about later, but for now, her attention was on Aunt Io.

The old wolf began to speak, weaving her tale expertly. Dusk felt as though she could see the story in her minds eye, though that wasn't entirely true, was it? She'd been there. More than once, actually. After listening to the tale so far, Io asked if they had questions. Dusk cleared her throat. "The mountains... is there a big, frozen lake at the bottom?" Brows furrowed slightly as she cast fire opal eyes onto her aunt.

"Dusk Carpathius"