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Whorlings The Weezle Whorling you meet next seems to look at you with some hostility. Uh oh, you think. Not again.
"Eh, don't mind her," says the Gryphon behind her.
"That's Magenta. I'm Verdi. She's a bit . . . eh, what's the word?" " 'Annoying'," Tahmores suggests and Verdi gives him a look. "No," she says. "Just . . . suspicious of strangers." Tahmores sighs. "We're trying to get those who don't trust strangers to warm up to them." "Slowly," adds a new voice.
"I'm Spike." He blinked. "Woo, watch out!" You jump aside as another Whorling drops down and lands where you were standing. This one was in a shape you haven't seen here before.
"Sorry!" the new one says. "I'm Freefall, a Random. I like to fall from the sky." He smiles. "Sometimes I just don't watch where I'm landing." "And he ends up landing on us."
"Hiya. I'm Pyralis." You admire the flames licking around her head and tail and wonder if they're hot to the touch. Pyralis smiles. "Only if someone I don't trust tries to feel them." Wow. It was as if she was reading your mind. Maybe she was telepathic? In this place, one never knew. "Naw," she says. "Just everyone wonders that." She turns her head to the side. "That's Aletta over there, staring up at the sky."
"Not staring," says Aletta. "Watching." "For what?" you ask. Aletta doesn't answer you, so Tahmores speaks up. "She says that she'll know when she sees it. Whatever that means. Well, Traveler, you can either move on, go back, or visit the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Magenta *~*~* Verdi *~*~* Spike *~*~* Freefall *~*~* Pyralis *~*~* Aletta The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |
