Cuanakrys had been quite bored lately. She didn't have anyone to tell her stories to, nor did she have any stories to tell. It was like the end of the world, having no stories. Cuan racked her brain, searching for a scrap of an idea, but nothing came. Well, she was screwed, very screwed indeed. The lack of story was devastating, and needn't be pushed any further into your face, lest you get bored. She tried and tried... but no story came. She was so frustrated. She did not want to give up, so she kept wandering through Cetus, alone and storyless. It was getting quite lonely. Nobody really liked her rambling. In fact, that one gembound who seemed to tolerate her seemed to be tuning out her stories. This was her pit. Her downfall. Her long stories had cost her her respect. Perhaps this was for the best.

She had been wandering for quite some time now- her tail gliding over the roughcold and guiding her forward. She found another opening at the end of a tunnel. The smoothcold under her feet gave way to a softcold. It was somewhat familiar, like the drycold that was sometimes under her feet when she traveled. This thing, however was wetter. It was somewhat comforting, but she avoided putting her tail on it, holding it away from the softcold. She made a mouth-noise, a chirp, trying to get the attention of whatever was here.

( @Cuanakrys )

Cuan looked towards the source of the chirp, seeing a small creature. She assumed it to be a gembound, so she decided to.. say something to them. Who wouldn't? "Hello there. If you came for a story, you're out of luck. I'm fresh out of stories, which is bothering me. Anyways, sorry about not introducing myself. I'm Cuanakrys, or Cuan for short." She looked towards the other gembound, nodding her head. "and your name is?"

@Caini