Whorlings A noble-looking Whorling you could swear blind was a Gryphon is the next you encounter.
"I'm a Random, actually," she says, fluffing her wings in a shrug. "But we love her anyway!" shouts a new voice.
The Weezle was looking lovingly at Arya, then glances to you. "I'm Colby. Um, you may want to step aside..." You do and find a red Weezle landing where you previously stood. At least you weren't pounced this time.
"Darn!" she complains, and demands of Colby, "Why'd you do that?" "Because," he answers, "judging by the grass stains on this Traveler's clothes, they've already been trampled enough times." This makes you laugh. Tahmores interrupts the festivities. "Which way? Forward, back, or to the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Arya *~*~* Colby *~*~* Mariko The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |