Title from Arctic Voyage
Skill - Cartographer 1/5

Liss found a tunnel. And the tunnel must have known she felt homesick, or at least that the heat was melting her with such thick fur grown in. So when she'd emerged — she'd been in snow.

It took little investigation to discover Winterscar lay behind her, though she could smell no Saatsine on the wind. It gave her frown... Aivar was there no longer, gone like a ghost the same as her kin. Yaalk'ali, too, a dream and nothing more.

She went North, then. Farther North than she'd gone before, with no dispersals to chase her off. Liss walked to the very end of the world, where great ice cliffs fell off into the dark and brooding sea. She looked for whales, or an albatross sent from grandfather to guide her home... but none appeared.

Bad dreams followed her, lingering like warnings Liss couldn't make sense of enough to heed.

Until the fire.

She thought she'd imagined it at first. Like the Borealis come down to play, a vibrant lavender spark on virgin snow. It must be what she was meant to find, she reasoned. So she stayed.

As night fell and the cold seeped in enough to be felt through even her thick Northern pelt, she pulled close to the warmth of violet light dancing off the ice.

Over a vast and empty landscape, she sang to the skies and hoped, maybe this time, someone who loved her would answer.

Skill - Blabbermouth 2/5

She turned, ears pricked at the answering song. And deflated only a little when she saw it wasn't kin. But that was ok, strangers were still fun. Exciting, even. And maybe this guy knew something! Maybe he'd seen her family, or heard something about them!

Hello! Liss howled back, bounding over the snow to meet him with tail aflurry in joyous welcome. I'm Liss, it's nice to meet you! What's your name? She skidded to a halt and dropped into a play-bow, sending a wave of powder in his direction. Your fur is so pretty! It's like you're wearing the sky! Springing forward, she pranced around him and grinned wildly, The fire, it's cool, isn't it? Well. Not cool, warm actually, But — well I came here from somewhere hot, can you imagine! I found a tunnel, and when I got through it the sand had turned to snow! Then I had a weird dream, about a big tree, and — the end of the world, I think. Smile flickered, Did you have it, too? I know that probably sounds crazy if you didn't, but there's been dreams like that before, and everyone has them! Seriously, everyone. They're important. I think the fire must be important, too. If you can even call it a fire, 'cause who's ever heard of purple fire. It's supposed to be orange! But... well, maybe magic doesn't follow the same rules. Her head tilted, nose twitching as she sniffed at him, You know I haven't seen anyone else for a while. I'm glad I'm not alone out here. Do you know what we're supposed to do next, ...? She finally petered off, realizing she'd never actually stopped talking long enough for him to give her his name.

Skill - Blabbermouth 3/5

She pricked her ears intently, because he talked like someone who actually knew what he was talking about, and also, even if he didn't, he was fun to listen to. Her tail wagged, and, well, most of the rest of her, too. Nice to meet you! Hmm... Pluto. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. Ha-des.... Pluto, Hades. Pluto... Maybe she should flip a shell to decide. If she'd had a shell, anyway. What about Plades, or Hay-to? A giggle.

She poked her nose over the little bird, nudging it with a friendly sniff, Hello Mikrós! Bouncing back, she looked at Pluto-Hades again, Can you really carry fire? That's so cool! Where I came from, it would burn down forests sometimes — but that was ok, it was meant to. A few seasons later, next spring, it would turn into a bright green wonderland with all sorts of new baby plants. Vale taught me that was a natural part of the world. But we never kept fire! Our fur kept us warm, or a deep mound of snow. She giggled again. And fire always went out eventually, usually from rain. I didn't know they could be eternal! Are they alive, then? If they do what they want? But then how do they eat! What do they eat! Who put it here?

LMFAOO "Why didn't we ver have kids?" ... "Oh." Bless Pluto he's trying his best hahaha

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Well, what's the fun of calling you the same thing as everyone else? Liss giggled, smirked, I'll call you Hades, then!

She looked back at the purple glow, considering. Wouldn't it burn the — the torch? And then your face? Sounds dangerous. A beat. And kinda fun. If the flame was alive, and just didn't feel like talking, Liss supposed that made it a lot like her Northern kin. It didn't say anything to me, but I guess I didn't ask it any interesting questions. Maybe you should try talking to it! See if it'll answer! She really wanted to hear it talk. Or do something... life-like. That's way too cool not to see for myself!