| Lyssia was born as a squeaking baby Ettinchi when her egg rolled into a rock and shattered. She found Hannibal, and not know anything about manners, invaded Hannibal's territory. This didn't end well, and it took some time before she realized what she did wrong and to set things right.
Pretty soon, they got married and had two beautiful babies. They even adopted an orphaned baby. All to soon, Hannibal died, but not before telling her that he was related to an Ettinchi Lyssia dreampt about as a kid. Inbetween all of this, Lyssia wrote a book called "Hover-tanks and You," and made a small army of hovering-things. Anymore she spends most of her time near the ocean, there she has managed to breed a flying fish delivery system. She spent her last few days enjoying the company of her family, and finishing up some long forgotten projects. Rest in peace, Lyssia. |
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Lyssia instead smiles and hugs them both. "Group hug time."
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Suppressing a mischievous smile, Hannibal embraces Fig.
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Fig hugs Hannibal "Congrats on being a dad! I'm a father to, I have to girls"
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Hannibal introduces himself to Fig, shaking his hand.
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"I thought you would find a use for them. And who is this young fellow?" he asks pointing to Hannibal
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"She's doing well! Thank you for the soft blankets by the way. Some of the smaller ones have made for a nice nest."
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"She's doing great hows you little one doing?"
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Lyssia looks up from training her fish and waves at Fig. "How's little Sugar doing?"
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Fig stops by "Hi Lyissa!" he looks around seeing Hannibal there "Hi I'm Fig"
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Lyssia sleepily eats the food. Something about being pregnant just makes her want to sleep all the time.
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