A small, silver shape padded through the jungle foliage, her gait quick despite only using three of her legs with the fourth held off the ground. Her body was criss-crossed in scars and the left side of her face was marred by claw marks over the place where her left eye should be. The ankh, the symbol of the Algerim bloodline was worn around her neck with metal wings added to signify her being a descendant of Horus. A satchel clinked with every step however it was muffled by the leaves and other plant matter within. Her face was as cold as ice with her eye harboring a hidden fire within.

       Avinalora rarely came near the main population hub of Syn Cardrys but decided to do so today. She didn't have a real reason to, but Elkumis had been pushing her to get out more. The female didn't see the need to actually socialize with others unless it was related to her duties as a Cardinal. She didn't care if she didn't know most of the younger members' names or didn't fully recall what the new Phoenix looked like? Such things didn't really matter to her since to her, it wasn't important.

       The scarred healer cared little for bloodline, reputation, status, or species. She disliked everyone equally and some more than others. She didn't need to run into a snobbish Crystalline, a hot-headed Obsidian, or any of the other families that she probably already disliked even though she could barely recall the other bloodlines since some of them seemed the same to her.

       The monochrome medic didn't seem like she was willing to socialize as she deliberately stayed away from actually going in. She told herself that she was just looking for herbs though she knew that being so close to the tribe hub would mean that most herbs would be trampled on or already picked by the other Cardinals. But she did technically come to The Nest and could tell Elkumis just that.

       The moon-washed Aviari was going to turn and head back to her clinic.