Idalie did not like all of this sand.

The pyramid was beautiful and the decor sublime, oozing royalty from every nook and cranny. Gods, they called themselves, and their home was a testament to it. Idalie wasn't sure about the divinity of the wolves leading here, but she could very well respect the beauty of this land.

Except for the sand.

It was all in her fur and between her toes and had rubbed her paws all sore and Idalie was completely and totally over it.

She tried to be as unobtrusive as possible in this place, quiet and seen but not heard. Out of the way unless someone needed something from her, glued to Khyan or Tyra's side until Khy wandered or she was ushered away for hovering.

His voice caught her attention and suddenly the discomfort eased. Idalie's tail began to wag as she rushed the rest of the way to his side, her paws only sliding a time or two on the loose terrain.

A happy whine slipped from her lips as she wove herself beneath his chin, bathing herself in his presence. "Khy," she said, playful complaint in her voice as she leaned into him, "I hate this sand. It is everywhere." In common tongue, because it seemed a language better for complaining.