Say Goodbye

Like her older sister Armai spent great amounts of her time within the confinements of the ship she and her family called their home. The outside and its snow were unappealing, how Calder could stand it's frigid, wet feel was beyond her - and the smell (or the lack of a smell) of the icy white plague was awfully mind numbing, at least for the young girl and her sensitive snout. Her enhanced abilities of sniffing things out and of picking up on the most minuscule of sounds had already began to surface, and it was these talents that allowed the girl to have mapped out the entire ship just as well as anyone with sight. Exploring it had quickly transitioned from an exciting challenge full of surprises - and exaggerated whines whenever she'd run into something - to a familiar bore. So, naturally, the girl's attentions fell upon a new mystery, the ever elusive older siblings.

Perhaps the child's curiosity was finally in bloom for she had ventured far from the little room she spent her time in, snuggled up like a bunch of silver feathers, and was in search of a certain big sister. She was terribly easy to find, following her scent and all - but even if she hadn't left such an obvious trail, anyone could have known Zola would be lounging about in her den if she wasn't outside. Luckily for Armai, Zola was ignoring her, and so as the gray pup did what she hoped was a soft sneaking (really a loud toddling) through the metal halls she could be happy to find her half-sibling completely caught off guard.

With a soft chirp the fluffy ball was bubbling with excitement as she made a small leap through the doorway of Zola's den and landed tumbling towards her sister. Giggling the girl exclaimed, hopping to her paws and shaking her head, "Hallo!"