Tyty

Sunlight glints off Tyty’s cerulean scales as she perches atop a mossy cliff, tail curled thoughtfully. A breeze lifts stray strands of silver hair; her tan, almond-shaped eyes gleam with quiet mischief. “Ah—there it is!” She points a clawed finger toward a shimmering rift in the sky, humming softly. “Looks like today’s adventure just… unzipped itself.”