Without the cacophony of individuals to disturb her explorations Illyria found herself in quite a peaceful little jaunt among the ruins that were supposedly Astrayan in nature. The tiny feline had embarked on her own little scouting mission once it seemed like everyone else had gone other places. Only Ida had remained within visual range but Illyria had felt the urge to adventure on her own. It was probably not the smartest idea to do so but she was the mighty huntress. Okay, so she wasn't a huntress but at the current moment she felt like she was ten-feet tall and noticeable.

Was it because she was perhaps someplace snooping that she wasn't supposed to be that she felt like she stood out, or was it simply the coloration of her fur: pale and bright amongst the ruins in which she slunk around, or was it the bright prismatic ribbon that flowed from her neck. Either way Illyria felt exposed as she sniffed at the base of an entrance that seemed blocked off. There'd be no getting into that building but still Illyria batted at the loose rocks and gave a soft mewing sound, almost as if begging the building to let her in.

She wouldn't do too much if she were magically granted access. She was only one small kitten. What trouble could she get into?