#skyrah

It’s, honestly, quite rare for Terra to spend time in hisassigned habsuite. He tends to prefer the odd location that he chose out in thehalls but something had made him rest within the walls of his room. The felidsthat Skyrah adopted made themselves right at home in their environment and arecurrently using the Immortal as a heated pillow.Skyrah is the one to really hear the knocking. The young one looks to the door,then looks to where Terra has hidden himself beneath a mound of blankets andpurring cats, settled in true slumber. They hem and haw for a few moments,pondering if they should wake their Papa. Deciding against it, they hop downfrom their well-padded sleeping place and scamper over to the door. The doorunlocks and opens under their command, via the controls, and Skyrah is soonstaring up at Red Alert.“Hello,” They greet, rather softly. They comb their fingers through theirfluffy hair, as though trying to tame it and they pat down their soft pajamas,trying their best to look presentable on such short notice. They take a momentto look over the mech’s form and what he’s holding and the child smiles gently.“Are you looking for Papa? I can go wake him up for you.”

Skyrah stares down at the instrument their Papa made forthem. A beautiful, intricate piece made from numerous, interlocking pieces ofcrystal that have been carefully shaped. It makes a lovely sound. They wishthat they could remember what it is called. They’ll make sure to ask him later.For now, they’re ready to head out again. Now that Papa considers them oldenough and strong enough, they’ve been off exploring. The universe is vast andthey have access to numerous, why wouldn’t they travel?Skyrah tilts their head just a tad and turns around upon hearing the scrape ofclaws upon metal. They jerk back a little when, of all things, a dragon boundsup to them! How did a dragon get on the Lost Light? The drake’s hot breathruffles what hair is exposed from their hood. They pull it down, exposing theirpale features and their fluffy, wavy hair.“Hello,” they say softly, eyes glowing gently and blue markings igniting upontheir exposed skin as they tap into their ‘Beast Master’ abilities. Their palehands, partially guarded by gauntlets with decorative claws, reach up and coastalong the dragon’s sleek, sturdy scales. They admire the elegant curvature oftheir horns and the prominent armor-like plating that marks them as a Shieldeddragon—Draconis Contego Majora —a rare species.“You are very pretty. Where did you come from?”

Terra is not in his alcove. The Immortal is off somewhere,but Skyrah is there. They look up from the sturdy tome they’re reading fromwhen they hear the kitten’s keens. They set the heavy book down and stand,trotting over to where the kitten has sat himself.Skyrah kneels before the kitten and gently pets his head.“Hello, little one. Why are you upset?” They ask gently. There is a sort of strangenessabout them as they speak. Their eyes begin to glow, much like Terra’s do whenhe casts magic, and metallic electric-blue lines streak across their cheeks andforehead, also glowing. “Please tell me. I can understand you.”

-Skyrah Westward (After traveling to the future)

Inside the box were things like, a stuffed animal she had since she was a child. An old blanket, a scarf she made herself, a carton of cigarettes, a lighter and a few of her favorite books. It was here in the future that she found peace and solidarity from her chaotic childhood, it was here that she was able to heal. And it was here that an unlikely soul stumbled upon Skyrah's box.....