It’s been some time since she last saw the Falls warrior.

After their little skirmish, Lyris had declined her offer of healing in the falls. Tyrna had cut her up pretty well in the fight - werewolf claws are a damn good weapon - but it hadn’t been anything serious. And really, the claw mark scars that now adorn her rump look pretty badass.

But she has to admit she had rather enjoyed the fight. That is, once the initial shock and horror had worn off. It had been quite the learning experience and it had been interesting to test her mettle against a member of another kingdom.

And now she’s finding herself rather curious. Having been born in the Amazons, and having had spent a good deal of her life outside of Beqanna entirely, she knows little of the other kingdoms actually inside Beqanna. Which is rather a problem, if she intends to keep working within the Amazon’s diplomatic ranks.

So she’s decided to go on a little bit of a trip, and drop in on Tyrna. The mare had seemed friendly enough after their battle, and the Falls are a kingdom that would seem good for her to know more about (what with their healing waters and all).

When she reaches the border she settles in her feet to the dirt, and bugles a call for the warrior mare. Hopefully it will be Tyrna and not Texas that answers - the old bat hadn’t seemed terribly friendly by the end of their last conversation.

Lyris

I’ll burn this whole city down