A very big problem with having a very small companion is that they are easy to lose. Mesec had never had this issue with Lucius - the hatchling zephyr had been reliant on Mesec as a mode of transportation for the first few seasons of his life until he had grown in enough flight feathers to begin to learn. He could hop around on the ground, but his silver feet had not been made for running.

But Lyra was something else entirely. She moved at a pace that Mesec hadn’t known was possible and never seemed to ever be still. Even when she was sleeping, her small black legs kicked out and she twitched, whining occasionally with whatever dream she was wrapped up in. Sometimes, through their bond, he was able to get snippets of it - and was amused to notice how often she seemed to be chasing a much smaller Lucius in them.

“Lyra!” Mesec whispered as loud as he dared as he moved through the forest at night, his silver eyes scanning the trees and mists but not spotting the small black kitsune. Lucius was hunting in the woods, but for something to eat - not for the troublesome companion - and his only offer of help was a suggestion that perhaps it would be better if they just let her stay lost.

‘Not helpful.’ Mesec shot back through their bond, resuming his search.

Lyra had, in fact, beat Mesec to the cliffs - and she was pouncing at the mist near them when she stumbled across someone new. Her small dark nose sniffed curiously at the air but she didn’t recognize anything about this mare and yipped a greeting to her. But before she could investigate further, Mesec came onto the scene and Lyra scuttled to hide in a pocket of mist near Isopia.

This having become a game to her, one she was not willing to lose.

Mesec’s troubled frown faded into a smile when he recognized the figure standing on the cliffs - shocked but delighted to see her here. “Little Earth!” The name was something of a joke, now that Isopia had grown tall enough to surpass Mesec’s height and then some. But it was a joke spoken with affection - his youngest demi-god cousin made him think of soft yellow flowers that bloomed under moonlight… and of awkward conversations about their parents.

He moved forward to join her, hoping he wouldn’t be bothersome. Plenty of questions came to mind to ask - how had she been? What was she doing in the Edge? But instead of interrogating her, Mesec opted for something else. “You haven’t seen a kitsune around here, have you?”