Whorlings You're suddenly surprised by an Equine dropping down in front of you.
"Whoop!" he says. "Sorry! I didn't see you, there." He grins as you marvel his bone-like wings. "Yes, impressive, aren't they?" He flaps them and chuckles. "Mysteries of the Whorl, my friend. Oh, look, there's Tiffany. Hey, Tibby!"
"Tibby?" you inquire of the purple Gryphon padding into view, and she grins. "Oh, that's just their nickname for me. Have you met Apollo?"
You have not, and you admire how lovely his blue wings contrast with his orange body and green beak. "Thanks!" he chuckles, turning a slow circle so you can see. You smile when, suddenly, something bumps into you.
"Oh, oops," says the eye-less Equine. "Hi. I'm Homer." You bite your tongue to not state the obvious. Tahmores shakes his head. "Well, yeah, he's blind, but he has other ways of finding his way around." Homer smiles. "Blind Spot of the Unicorns of Alnilam helps a lot." He goes on to tell how he uses his senses of smell and hearing to move about when Tahmores interrupts. "It's time to go. Either back, forward, or to the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Teal *~*~* Tiffany *~*~* Apollo *~*~* Homer The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |