COLLIDE

*Lysis* · 07-28-2014, 12:36 PM

It truly was wonderful to meet more of her family -- but in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't in Glaciem. Lysis couldn't imagine any pack being greater; any army more strong, nor any wolves as intelligent and worthy. Even this Roman's pack, though she suspected it was a fine pack if it was led by a fellow Armada. Her hazel eyes would sparkle with childlike glee as she studied her. Roman noted she was surprised to not have met her while in Glaciem, but Lysis simply shakes her head, ears flicking atop her skull. "I was not a healthy child," she admitted with the faintest hint of uncertainty. Admitting weakness was difficult, even for her, despite the fact that her small frame told the story well enough. If Roman asked anyone in Glaciem, they all knew the tale as well.

She was a slender thing, with little muscle and even less fat on her bones -- but she seemed to grow stronger with each season. "I was den-ridden for most of my childhood. My mother left me when I was young, so it was difficult to find the strength to leave the only home I had ever known." She had spent months in the safe confines of her den, but she had quickly abandoned the shelter as soon as she knew she could care for herself. Lysis didn't need to remember her mother, nor be reminded of her unfortunate childhood.

When Roman asked why she had come here, she paused for a moment, as though considering. "To be alone," she admitted with a wry smile. "Glaciem is changing, and I needed some time to myself to consider things." Her half-sister Athena was now the Queen. Kyarst had seemingly disappeared. And Drashiel seemed cold and distant from her. "And what of you, Queen Roman? Trying to expose your children to the cold of the true north before they are even born?"

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