COLLIDE

*Lysis* · 06-24-2014, 11:18 AM

It was strange that her half-sibling was now Queen. Her father had slid from his crown, far less gracefully than she would have hoped, but she did not feel spite toward him. For some time, she had been confused and fearful for him, but slowly that sadness had turned into something more like distaste. But her anger toward him had not lasted long. Did it matter who held the crown, so long as it was a full-blooded Armada? To her, not really -- though she wouldn't deny that the thought made a slight bit of envy bubble up in her chest, taunting her and teasing her. Though she was slowly growing from a child into a woman, and her pride had only grown with it, her interests did not lie fully with politics quite yet. She was still rather ambivalent toward Athena. They'd had some pleasant times together, namely when they'd gone with Drashiel and Kyarst to explore, but other than that, she was unsure how she felt about her.

Ivory-furred paws carried the slender babe from her home, from everything familiar and farther north. The winter was slowly beginning to ebb into spring, but it had not departed completely, especially not in the lands surrounding Glaciem. Here, the snow was several feet high in some places, the trees caked with ice, treacherous limbs dangling like claws ready to strike their prey. She had never known much but these lands, and the sight of snow brought her joy rather than fear. A light smile danced over her lips, for all but a moment, her tail twitching behind her before her expression faded into seriousness.

Though she craved the company of Kyrast, her closest friend and half-sibling, she longed to connect with Drashiel once again. They had been close as children, but adulthood seemed to be happily stealing him away from her. He was not absent, but his mind seemed elsewhere; she would have to remedy that soon. An unwanted sigh left her lips as the scent of another roused her from her somber thoughts, stealing her attention rather quickly. The scent was unfamiliar, but not entirely foreign. The wolves of the north seemed to share a common scent, but she knew this was someone she didn't know personally. A voice seemed to float on the horizon, and her green eyes began to sparkle as she searched the distance for the source. It took a long moment for her to find her, a white-furred woman who hid beneath the shelter of some pines, though the red and yellow markings on her face stood out plainly.

It was rare she spoke to those outside of her family. Quite frankly, most didn't seem worth her time, but she was willing to give others a chance to prove her wrong. A coy smile played at her lips as she increased her pace, aiming to greet the woman a fair distance away with a slight nod. "Is this the safest place for a pregnant lady?" Lysis would inquiry in a singsong voice, her notes dripping with audible sweetness. "Shouldn't you be somewhere more... I don't know... protected?" A shrug would be offered, but her eyes twinkled still, truly wondering if this was an appropriate place for a woman who bore children. It seemed like a pack would be safer, or at least with her mate, who would likely want to keep her and their children safe..

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