Alys Glasse
Alys had been at her sketching for some time and was beginning to grow frustrated. Her artwork was not the most realistic nor the most refined, and there was just something about the Sea of Glass that she was failing to capture just so. She scrubbed away a section of charcoal, scowling down at the paper in her lap, and was about to try again when a bone-chilling howl rose from the icy shoals behind her. She tensed, feeling suddenly very alone and very exposed, and set down her work, turning slowly to glance over her shoulder -
And right into the eyes of a hellhound.
Her breath caught in surprise, and she dropped her charcoal, suddenly tensing, ready to scramble to her feet and flee; but then she caught sight of a peryton and a unicorn, and, recognizing their forms, at least, she relaxed. She huffed softly, only a little annoyed at having be caught by surprise, and sent a half-hearted glare at their master. Then she reached for her charcoal, snapped her journal shut, and put it away. "Hello, Deimos," she called, her voice only a little peeved. "What in Caido are you doing?"
And right into the eyes of a hellhound.
Her breath caught in surprise, and she dropped her charcoal, suddenly tensing, ready to scramble to her feet and flee; but then she caught sight of a peryton and a unicorn, and, recognizing their forms, at least, she relaxed. She huffed softly, only a little annoyed at having be caught by surprise, and sent a half-hearted glare at their master. Then she reached for her charcoal, snapped her journal shut, and put it away. "Hello, Deimos," she called, her voice only a little peeved. "What in Caido are you doing?"
