Whorlings Once again, you find yourself flat on your back, pounced by a Gryphon Whorling.
She giggles madly, her bright green eyes squeezing shut in amusement. "Sorry, I couldn't resist!" You tell her you get that a lot, which makes her giggle harder and finally roll off you. "I'm Aleshanee. Call me Ali for short. Over there's my buddy, Porfirio."
"Hiya," the new Gryphon says. "She tackle you?" At your nod, he smiles. "Yeah, she's known to do that." "She gets us a lot," says one of two Randoms.
"Hi," says the one on the left. "I'm Rini and this is Avian." You're greeting is interrupted by a Weezle catching your eye.
"Oh," says Tahmores, "that's Bayard. He's waiting for something to fly out of the forest, we think." "He kind of just smiles when we ask," says a new voice belonging to a new Random.
"Hi," he says. "I'm Brant. I haven't figured out Bayard, yet. But I will." He nods determinedly and opens his mouth to say more when Tahmores nudges you. "There are more to visit. Which way? Back, forward, or to the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Aleshanee *~*~* Porfirio *~*~* Rini *~*~* Avian *~*~* Bayard *~*~* Brant The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |