Aren't you cold? You look cold. Squirming closer to his sister, the tiny brown Kacheek reached a paw up to touch Fyrlee below the chin. Your neck is cold, he insisted, withdrawing his paw and drawing the fluffy white fur of his hood closer to his own neck.

The soot-colored Wocky sighed, brushing a fiery lock of hair out of her eyes. I'm fine, Laxoch, she smiled lightly, shifting a bit closer to him. It's not that cold. Look, she continued, extending her arm to the open air around them. It's not even snowing anymore.

Laxoch's green gaze shifted to take in the surroundings. Fyrlee was right; though the sky was still a sullen shade of grey, the little crystalline flakes that had been tumbling down so extravagantly a few minutes prior had ceased. Well, I still think you should cover your neck, he insisted, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. That's where you lose the majority of your body heat from, you know!

Fyrlee laughed. Wherever did you hear that? she asked with a smile. Silly.

Laxoch didn't answer. Instead, he looked downward towards his chest as he began to fiddle with the zipper of his navy coat. Pulling downward, he unzipped it and carefully wiggled his way out.

Fyrlee's eyes widened. Laxoch, what in the world are you doing? she demanded, reaching over to tug the Kacheek's coat back onto him. Are you crazy? Don't take off your coat!

But this coat has a fluffy collar, he explained, batting his sister away in protest and shrugging out of the sleeves. I have a scarf, so I'm okay, but you should have something warm on your neck.

I have a turtleneck, silly! the Wocky reminded in dismay, promptly dropping the coat in a heap on top of Laxoch as her brother tried to hand it over. Come on, Xochy, you'll freeze if you don't-

Put on my coat, Fyrlee, Laxoch demanded indignantly (which Fyrlee would have light-heartedly laughed at, had the current temperatures not been as frigid as they were).

Fyrlee sighed. And what will you wear? she challenged with a small smirk. Laxoch blinked at her, and her ex-press-ion softened into a light smile. Let me guess: you didn't think about that, did you? Reaching up to unzip her own plum-colored coat, she quickly removed it and scooped up her brother's parka to replace it on his lap with the black-furred jacket. We'll switch... how's that?

That solution seemed to satisfy him, and he nodded enthusiastically. Yeah, let's switch! he agreed, trying to hide a shiver as he began to navigate his way through his sister's oversized peacoat. Now you'll have a fluffy hood to keep you warm, he smiled, content with his idea.

Except that you don't realize that now I'm even colder, Fyrlee thought with a soft smile, noting how a large portion her pale blue sweater was now easily visible beneath the hem of her newly acquired jacket. And you're practically swimming in mine, she mused. But regardless of whether or not the solution had fulfilled its intended purpose, Laxoch was happy... and that satisfied Fyrlee.

Snuggling against his sister, Laxoch sighed drowsily. See? Perfect. Patting him gently on the head, the Wocky closed her violet eyes, realizing that she had to agree.


If one were to look upward on this particular day, the shimmering of the misty air would indicate that it was sunny out. Not that the fiery sun was ever visible, no matter how hard its rays tried to reach the bottom of the aptly named area. The air of Misty Valley was chronically obscured by a foggy vapor - something its residents had grown used to over the years - and completely blocked out the sky. The sheer cliff walls surrounding each side of the valley contained the clouds, consequently covering the place in a perpetual blanket of mist. And as far as the Eyries who lived there knew, the mist was the sky. That was the top, and it went on forever. There was nothing above, and no way to prove otherwise. Perhaps if each Eyrie had strong, capable wings, they would be able to travel upward to investigate whatever might be waiting above... but that was just silly. Everyone knows that Eyries can't fly.

-x-x-x-

Ready or not, here I come!"

Ari's ears twitched at the call, and she twisted her head from side to side in a sort of desperation. The silvery feathers around her neck ruffled in frustration as she sought out a suitable place to take cover. "You'd think that for the mistiest place in the valley, there would be at least one good place to hide!" she huffed quietly, taking a final glance in the direction of her pursuer's voice and spinning to trot off in the opposite direction.

Hide-and-Seek was a popular game amongst the young Eryies of Misty Valley, as the conditions of the air made it easy to lose oneself in the clouds. This was especially so in the westernmost corner of the canyon; the smooth rock walls that enclosed the area began to come inward here, steadily gaining crags and ledges as one went along. Because there was less open space here, the mist became trapped and gathered low to the ground, easily making this particular area the foggiest part of the valley.

Village mothers would often caution their young children against exploring the area. "It's too dangerous, since you can't see," they'd say. "You'll get lost and never come back!" But the tales weren't the only preventions from entering the western corner. What really kept everyone away was the fact that it was forbidden to venture there - simple as that.

The young silver Eyrie scoffed as she thought of the restrictions and warnings. 'They can't very well catch me if they can't see me,' she thought. 'How are they even supposed to know that I'm here?' Her own logic comforting her, Ari squinted through the mist, seeking out a place to shelter herself from her friend's one-man search party. If she didn't find a hiding spot soon, Lex would surely catch up and discover her. 'No way that's going to happen,' she grinned as she continued on. Ari was the self-proclaimed master of Hide-and-Seek, after all.

Crouching lower to the ground was advantageous in the sense that Ari could now see beyond the fog. The wispy white tendrils swirled around her as she fluttered her stunted wings a bit, trying to clear a path. That's when something caught her eye: up ahead was a large crevasse that had split the cliff wall open, creating a crack large enough for a small Eyrie to crawl inside. Ari's eyes lit up with delight. The space seemed to summon her with a whispering beckon (she was convinced it wasn't just the wind flowing through the rocks and ledges), and she quickened her pace to investigate what could easily be the new champion of all hiding spots.

Upon further close-distance inspection, the crag was bigger than she'd anticipated; it easily stretched a comfortable foot above her head, and was indeed wide enough for her to fit through - though just barely; she didn't think anyone much bigger than herself would be able to enter. Smoothing her tiny wings down to her back and tucking in her tail close to her body, Ari squeezed inside with a smirk. 'Lex will never think to look in here, even if he does explore this part of the valley,' she considered with confidence, shifting within the confined space. Now all she had to do was wait for a little while until her friend give up. She could hear it now: "You win, Ari! I give up! You are the supreme master and champion of Hide-and-Seek!" Or at least something like that.

The silvery Eyrie sat down to wait, rocking back and forth a bit on her paws. Her line of view from within the small cave was narrowly limited to foggy white, and not much else. She sighed. "I guess there are consequences to finding the best hiding spot ever," she spoke allowed, fearing that she may become bored waiting for Lex to throw in the towel. But her impending boredom was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she realized something. Her voice had echoed. Blinking and perking up her ears, she tried again. "Hello!" she called, a little louder this time. Sure enough, her cry was met by an identical voice greeting her from further back into the crag.

This crevice must go further in!" Ari realized with excitement, rising to all four paws. Only take a split-second to consider her options, she shifted her way through the narrow space to proceed deeper into the dimly lit area within the cliff face.

Aaaaand, I'm sick of writing for now. xD More to come!




Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
Heads Up! You're about to leave Neopia!

You've clicked on a link that will take you outside of
Neopets.com. We do not control your destination's website,
so its rules, regulations, and Meepit defense systems will be
different! Are you sure you'd like to continue?



It is a journey
I must face...alone.
*dramatic music*
I want to stay on Neopets,
where the dangers of
Meepit invasion
are taken seriously.
/help/bumper/headers/log-in-to-facebook

NEOPETS, characters, logos, names and all related indicia
are trademarks of Neopets, Inc., © 1999-2014.
® denotes Reg. US Pat. & TM Office. All rights reserved.

PRIVACY POLICY | Safety Tips | Contact Us | About Us | Press Kit
Use of this site signifies your acceptance of the Terms and Conditions