Lysis Armada had been to the marble wash before, with one of her half-brothers -- and here she was again. This time, however, there was no sign of the dark-furred boy named Kyarst, nor his strange penguin companion. In fact, she saw no one at all as she gazed about her surroundings. Happily condemned to solitude for the time being, she would begin to venture into the valley, content to feel the smooth stones against the pads of her paws. The stone here was so pretty; she hadn't quite noticed how colorful the wash was, but the sun overhead gave her a perfect view. Swirls of grey and white all around her, delighting her vision and bringing a slow wag to the child's tail. Her pace would slow as she ventured further toward the bottom of the basin, finding it alarmingly easy to lose her footing on the slick marble.
The scent of another suddenly became obvious. It smelled only faintly of family -- of Glaciem. It was not her parents, nor a sibling that she knew. Nose would wrinkle and twitch as she tested it, turning her head to search for the source. A girl stood on the edge of the basin, and she found her after a long moment of search. Her eyes grew wide as she examined her. It was no one she knew, but she seemed to be from Glaciem. Hm. "Hello?" the child would call out to her pack-mate, wondering if she would join her.
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.
