There were only a few tales that Lux knew of, and even then they were less of fairy-tales and more of history. She knew of the brave Leonidas and his soldiers of 300 and that the first King of Thantos Valley had given his life for their freedom. She had always though the "three hundred" soldiers was an extreme exaggeration as was the sea of a horde of enemies. Nevertheless, it made for a good inspiring tale; and in that she had found a figure to aspire to. Leonidas. She had always wanted to be like Leonidas, and spurred by his legacy she had trained hard and sparred often to prove to the mentors she was a worthy boy. Worthy to be a Spartan. In retrospect, she did not recall much of her brief time with her parents - wisps of a name they had once called her, and an foreign language that she remembered bits and pieces of. Lux's stories were nothing so fantastical as the ones she assumed Ame heard, given the whole magical ashes thing. "Sounds so," Lux concured in a soft, thoughtful murmur, tail flicking against her haunches as she eyed the tree once more before she rolled her shoulders casually. To each their own.
"Sort of hard to imagine that no one else has discovered this place before us." It almost seemed impossible but the land smelled clean of wolves, as if it suddenly just popped into existence. "I'll make it a point to return to see it in full bloom," Lux determined, sparing the ebony woman a brief glimpse from the corner of her eye. To her subtle surprise the other woman - Ame - gave her name and took it further by inquiring if Lux was traveling with a purpose. She had to be, though she did not state it and would never speak it so bluntly. A soldier without a purpose was a dangerous thing, a mercenary, a dog for hire and that was nothing but shame to the Spartan. "I'm pack hunting most of the time but today I decided to deviate from that." It was a impulsive choice Lux did not regret.