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Whorlings You and Tahmores move off to another section of the meadow. The first Whorling you come to, here, catches your eye with her lovely wings.
"Ah, yes," says Tahmores. "That is Emerald." "Hello, Emerald," you say, and she smiles. "Hello, Traveler! I see you're admiring my wings." She flaps them gently. "They are nice, aren't they?" "Yes. Do they work?" Emerald sighs sadly. "Unfortunately, no. I'm a little too heavy." "Oh, that's too bad." Tahmores indicates that you should move on. You bid Emerald goodbye, then get pushed out of the way by Tahmores as another Whorling skids to a stop where you were once standing. "Oh!" she pants. "Sorry! I didn't see you! I'm Beryl. Like Emerald, I'm a Weezle Whorling."
"She also likes to run," says Tahmores. "Yes!" says Beryl. She dashes around in circles, buzzing her insect-like wings. "If I run real fast, it's almost like flying." "So your wings don't work, either?" you ask. "I can hover a bit, but that's all," Beryl says, then demonstrates by leaping up and hovering a few inches in the air. "There's one more Whorling, here," says Tahmores. "Iona, the Gryphon, there."
"You're . . . very purple," you tell the new Whorling. "Why, thank you!" she says, then turns a small circle. "That's why I'm Iona. The purple jewel." She smiles. You tell her she's very pretty, then you see an Equine Whorling lying down.
"Greetings, Traveler," he says. "My name is Dragonfire." "But," you say, confused, "aren't you an Equine?" He nods and smiles. "I am, but I liked the name, and so did Lisa." "Oh, okay." Tahmores sits in front of you to say, "Come along, Traveler. Or, you can go back or visit the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Emerald *~*~* Beryl *~*~* Iona *~*~* Dragonfire The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |
