Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

She slid from the entrance as he spoke, making her way down to the pool. It was cool and wet in the cavern, the spray from the waterfall tickling her face and chest. She stood on the opposite side from the male, regarding him coolly.

"I'm not somebody," she said, her tone slightly rueful. She had struggled to find an identity here in the Teekons. Back home, with her family, her path in life was clear. She hadn't had to think much of the future. Now, though, everything seemed to hinge on being something--strong, sweet, smart. Lily was jack of all these trades and yet a master of none, juggling them clumsily day-to-day.

She gave a shrug. "Well, I am from around here, and I've never been to this place," she said reasonably, dipping her head to take a drink of the water. It was the refreshing crispness of mountain water, icy on her tongue. When she had taken her fill, she raised her muzzle to look at the man again, droplets dripping from her lips. "Where are you from?"