~ ☼ Nestled in front of the nursery underneath her usual pile of blankets, Onyx stared on in wonder at the camp around her. It was something she had watched for a while now, the daily activities of the rest of her home, from the safe warmth of the nursery. There were a few times she had left the safety of the den, on days that were more cool then they were cold, with the declining temperature the past few weeks had brought, but, today was different. Warm, warm to the point that her blankets were stifling, warmth that she had scarcely felt since the day that she had hatched, a perfect day.

Blankets and coverings were left behind, revealing her wings and reptilian limbs in full, something that she rarely had on display, as they were the most susceptible parts of her to the cold. It was...freeing, to roll around in the sand, to enjoy herself with no need to go back inside any time soon. Tag, throwing around a ball, play fighting, she got to do it all, as much of it as she wanted to...and everyone else was already finished. They had already retired, having since lost interest or gotten tired, but how could she? This was the most she had done in days, and she would not waste this chance! Finding things to do by herself though was hard, it was so much easier when she had someone else to do these things with, every game she could think of needed someone else...so...maybe she could find someone else?

It turned out to be a bit harder then she thought, finding someone else who wanted to play. A male cat, who's reply went right over her head, spoken so fast and full of so many long words she had never learned, but the way he turned around and left was more then enough of an answer. A younger, entirely white cat, who was leaving for a hunting party, an elderly almost-cat who was too tired. It was a bit sad, but she didn't give up, moving on to the next that caught her eye, a not-cat, a new one that she had never seen before, as well as a new face in general. He looked...warm? Very warm, thick fur, especially on the tails, colored the same as dead leaves, with a lot of white. "Play?" was what the hybrid called out, paws and claws bringing her to a skidding stop in the sand next to this new face, scaled tails scrapping across the sand behind her, her rear claws digging into the sand in an effort to bleed off some of her nervous energy

( [member=16861]James A.M.M Fraser[/member] , got it up, sorry it took so long!)

~ ☼ A smile, that was a good sign, right? Smiles were supposed to be for when you were feeling good, feeling happy about something. She had gotten a smile or two, before they said some things that went right over her head and left, but this one felt...better. The casilisk was very obviously trying to puzzle through just what had been said to her from the look on her face, slowly running the words through her mind, giving whatever meaning to them that she could. Playing...he wanted to know what game? He wanted to play?! Onyx's features lit up at the realization, tails happily flitting across the ground behind her, faster then before, wings rustling in anticipation.

Games...what game to play? Many games came to mind, many that she had seen played before, some that she had participated in, but a good sum of them she had no names for. There was one that came to her though, one that she couldn't have possibly forgotten the name for, one of the first games she had learned of. "Tag" she finally answered, taking a quick step forward, and swinging a paw out to tap him and start the game. If it connected, she was poised to take off, to turn and bound further into camp as fast as her legs could carry her