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Inness leads you into another glade. "Shhhh,"she says, "This place is reserved for a Lyris...everyone is holding their breath, awaiting its arrival. A lyris is a large wolflike cousin of the Cypris. The plural for Lyris is Lyran. Lyran live in packs and are strong hunters. They are brave and loyal. They are precautious, and good at sensing traps. Lyran lay eggs, up to 8-26 eggs a clutch. This is what I heard from the person who will give me a Lyris, perhaps. I am very hopeful!" Inness leads you back into the forest. 
A little while later you come back. Inness is staring at something round and sparkly in the middle of the glade. Her face is filled with joy. "Oh," she says, "Isn't it beautiful? It's my very own lyris egg. It will soon hatch, I hope. Oh, how wonderful." You smile and walk over to a tree with a sign tacked on it, reading:
"Lyris Glade.
Lyris Caretaker: Inness
Lyris Name: Undecided
Lyris age: Egg
You walk in about a week later. ~Something even better must've happened~you think. "You're right," says Inness. You jump. There she goes again, reading your mind. "Sorry," says Inness, "I didn't mean to startle you. The greatest thing has happened! My lyris egg hatched! Come see her! You come, and see a nippy, hyper, bouncy, beautiful lyris puppy skipping about her home." Now the sign reads:
Lyris Glade
Lyris Name: SouzEfil-meaning Curious Life
Lyris Age: Cub
Caretaker: Inness
You walk back in a while later, to see SouzEfil older, romping around without supervision. "Hey, Souz!" says Inness. Souz just smiles, trills a little bit, but other than that, she makes no effort to welcome you. Inness frowns at Souz, and Souz shrugs, and runs over and nudges you both. Then she grabs her chew toy and hops into her bed, panting and chewing. 
You walk back into the secluded den, almost fearful of what you'll find after this long time. You hear a short, happy bark, and Inness' voice, and relax, awaiting SouzEfil's arrival. The bushes move, and Souz slinks out. You gaze upon her lithe and lovely form with wonderous surprise. She's grown into such a lovely lady! Souz turns your way, pressing her cold nose into your palm in greeting, eyes flashing with excitement. She stretches, and dashes off, to show you her speed and agility. You follow with less speed, but eventually come upon her and her kill of a rabbit, which she sniffs delicately, then eats, then stores the remnants in her cache. She glances back at you, then leaps into the brush again. |
