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*Lysis* · (This post was last modified: 05-17-2014, 08:03 PM by Lysis.)

Though Lysis Armada had been born in the autumn, and she had been den-ridden for much of her first winter, she was truly a child of the north. She felt at home as the snow finally began to fall, the temperature slowly declining with each day until even the midday sun no longer felt warm. With the rumors of her father's improving health, and winter's obvious arrival, she could not help but feel delighted. She couldn't help but wonder about the fate of Glaciem; but she was not afraid. Even without her father, the Armadas would hold the throne of Glaciem for eternity, of that she as certain.

The familiar voice of her half-brother would rouse her from her afternoon nap, pulling her from dreams of snow and ice. The waking world was not alarmingly different -- from the entrance of the den all she saw was white, and she felt the cold air greeting her as she pulled herself to all fours. His voice was a welcome one, and she slipped from the protection of her den to trail after him, but not before parting her jaws widely and letting a yawn escape her throat.

His scent was as familiar as anyone's, and finding him hardly took any effort. "My brother," she greeted him sweetly as she drew closer, her tail curling and waving above her back. Though he was younger than she, he was certainly not what she could consider immature, and she found herself preferring his company to most -- except perhaps her litter-mate, Drashiel. "Tell me -- have you heard anything of father?" Her question was sudden, hardly a greeting at all, but a question she found difficult to contain.

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