| 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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"I think they eat these" he pulls out a tiny aqua mite launcher and puts it in the tank "There you go!"
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Lyssia turns her attention toward her fish for a moment, making sure it's still happy. "Wait, what do you feed baby clown fish?"
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"No problem!" he says smiling
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She giggles a bit. "Thank you for the amazing house!"
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"Yay!" he says with a huge grin before he hugs her
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Lyssia jumps on the couch and bounces on it a few times before actually sitting on it. "I think I love it."
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Fig goes into his house and pulls out a new Black leather couch and puts it in Lyssia's hut "Here we go!"
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Lyssia waves at Rosetta cheerfully. "We were just finishing up my house!"
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"Hi, I'm Fig I do believe you poked my hair as children, any way, this is Lyssia.
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