Racing the Frost

The chill that had begun to creep into the lands wasn't something Astaroth was quite accustomed to yet. These lands had been quite temperate since she'd been born, and the hints of winter's imminent arrival were not lost on her. A shiver wracked her body as she wandered, without any real goal in mind today. That was the real joy of being a kid- not much was expected of them in their downtime, even if Mother in particular was quite stringent about them doing what they were told, when they were told. The rest of their time was a little more flexible.

Tail flicking from side to side as she went, Asta paused briefly to sniff at a cluster of frost that laced the grass. Already the morning sun, slowly ascending over the horizon, was beginning to work on melting it away. Her attention quickly shifted, pale ears flicking forward when she heard movement up ahead. Catching sight of her pale sister up ahead, she quickly loped forward, falling into a brisk walk as she sought to fall in alongside her.

"Siiiiister," she greeted her, her voice slightly sing-song as she finally reached her. "Whatcha doing?" Family came first, and genuine interest nearly oozed out of every pore as she focused on Suriel, head cocking to the side. Whatever it was, she was intent on joining.