It had not been long since Lysis Armada had seen her father, yet she missed his presence dearly. It was difficult for him to always be around -- her siblings were numerous, and the woman he cared for certainly not scarce, so his absence was understood and accepted by her.
She had grown considerably stronger the last few weeks. For much of her puphood, she'd grown tired easily, prone to long bouts of weakness and sleep, always sickly and frail. But spring seemed to be a new beginning for her, breathing life into her soul, as well as the earth. Warmth had permeated her core, and she was quickly growing stronger, both physically and mentally. She was growing sharp in mind and her tongue was just as quick.
A true Armada, no doubt; and one that missed her father. And so the girl with the creamy-white pelt would tilt her slender muzzle to the sky, calling for him, begging for his presence. When her song ended, she would lower herself to the ground and wait, eyes bright and alert as she searched for him.
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.
