so begins the story of a curious leonid comet, trying to navigate this new world while getting to know everything about the sport that brought her here...hockey. will you join her?

bio.

The Leonids are known as an annual meteor shower, but are also known for their meteor storms that happen every 33 years. As the Earth moves, we travel through meteor streams left behind from the passage of a comet. The meteor storms can consist of over a thousand meteors per hour, sometimes reaching up to 100,000 meteors per hour. The Leonids hid something else amongst their midst for as long as they have existed, and as a stray asteroid crashed into Earth, we would soon discover this mystery.From the rubble and pieces of the crashed comet rose a being shimmering of golden stardust, not witnessed by anyone too closely—but perhaps stunned a couple of skaters across the frozen lake where she had appeared. They witnessed the crashing of the comet and were hesitant to investigate, even more so as the flash of light that appeared after was not from the asteroid itself. The light lingered for a bit before forming into the corporeal form of the Leonid’s mystery—a woman, clad in dark blue robes, with floor length blonde hair, a scepter, and as a representative of the Leonid comet
she sported a pair of lion ears and golden eyes.The cold air didn’t seem to affect her as she trudged through the snow, barefoot, towards the commotion in front of her. She knew plenty about Earth, having been studying it for hundreds of years, but the people that inhabited it were what she truly had been interested in. Where she had landed was no mistake—the trajectory was carefully calculated to end up near what she had learned to be an “outdoor rink.” The humans gliding effortlessly on ice as she did the galactic air intrigued her, and even more interesting was the little black disc they chased around with what appeared to be scepters. And, sometimes they fought, too, and despite never engaging in combat, Lyra found it immensely entertaining.The innocent skaters watched in awe as she approached, still glowing, and imposing an intimidating figure. Her face fell as she realized they had stopped playing, and as she reached the edge of the ice, she could only stare back at them.One of them piped up, barely managing to choke out, “Hello?” Lyra cocked her head—this was the first time she had heard a human voice—not dissimilar to her own. Lyra didn’t quite understand the phrase, and started speaking in her own celestial tongue in response, much to the human’s confusion—and they started trying to appease her, which was more helpful than they knew.As they spoke, her scepter began to hum with magic, and comprehension flowed into her mind. “What is it, an alien? They look pissed, should we plow through them, I think if enough of us—““Please don’t ‘plow through me.’” Lyra pipes up, snapping them out of their panic. “Well, not that you’d be able to, but I’d like it if you didn’t.”“Well, then, what are ya?”Lyra ponders this. Unsure of how to answer, because she didn’t know how to relate her presence to those in front of her, she attempted to respond with, “Well
I’m from outer
space, is that what you call it?”“So an alien?”Lyra pondered this again. She didn’t quite like the word, but it worked for their understanding. “Yes
?”“Oh.”The awkwardness settled in the air, until a younger one said, “Aren’t ya cold?” To which Lyra had to chuckle. “Nah, but, I should dress appropriately anyway, shouldn’t I?” She quickly emulated the big jackets, scarves, gloves and skates of the people that surrounded her, all in her navy blue and gold color scheme. Her scepter turned into a stick resembling theirs and she took a step onto the ice. It was slicker than she had thought, which caused her to tumble, much to the panic of her newfound companions, but once she helped herself up with her stick, it was much easier for her to figure it out and get around.“So what is the name of this sport you play?” Lyra asks, twirling about on the ice, as the familiar movements of her surfing on the stars come back to her.“Hockey?”“Hockey
” Lyra repeats quietly, before continuing, “Well, don’t let me distract you, Carry on. I want to see it up close for once!”This garnered some quizzical looks from the crowd, who clearly wanted to know more about her, but at her insistence, continued playing their game of pick up hockey.It was just as amazing as Lyra had imagined. It was slow, but still a ton of fun, and they even let her shoot a few pucks which may have resulted in a couple of flops onto the ice, but it still was much more fun than she ever anticipated.

things i do.

I love playing different kinds of video games, as well as talking hockey with friends! I also host educational sessions on hockey, so if you'd like to learn the sport, join us! <3