Flit plateau.
You follow the girl inside.

Inside the room looks a lot bigger than you thought. A bunk is squashed together by the wall and a cute potbellie stove keeps the shack nice and warm. A small table is next to the stove and you wonder the sensibilkity of keeping the flamible wood next to a fire.

Perched on the edge of the table sprawls a blue flit he looks up disinterested and continues to observe the fire.


Name: Artic Ice
Gender: Male
Id: 44
Parents: Eilam (19m) and Miriel (13f).


The girl looks fondly down at him. "This is Artic. He is a lot more placid than Zesp."

She smiles "Zesp can get on your nerves if you stay with him too long."

Artic Ice looks up and streches.

He shakes his head. "The word is hypoactive, or is it hyperactive. I can never remember."

He tilts his head. "Well since you are here. I welcome you into my humble abode." He swishes his wings in an imitation of a bow.

*Cough*

"Oh yes" He says "She thinks it's hers. But really it belongs to me."

"Artic!"

Artic grins toothfully and sits down. "Well I best shut up now."

Adopt a flit at the Kiezo Glade