Whorlings You'd swear this next Equine was just a horse, but both he and Tahmores snorts at that prospect.
"I'm Skywalker," says the Equine, standing proudly. "I am the one-thousandth Equine Whorling and a special gift to Lisa. I am marked just like her very own horse. She said I could give people rides if I wanted. Would you like a ride to the next critter?" A spiky, green-haired Canine darted across the grass.
"Watch it, Tress!" Skywalker shouted. "Sorry!" she said. "Nil and I are gonna go catch fireflies and we wanna get a good spot." She looked around. "Nil, hurry up!"
The Feline was a little less in a hurry than her companion. "You do realize," she said, "that it's about two hours 'til sundown?" She turns to you. "Hello. I'm Nilima, but my friends call me Nil. I'd better go before Tress has a spasm or something." "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Tahmores shakes his head and Skywalker sighs. They both offer to take you further, or Tahmores could take you back, or to the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Skywalker *~*~* Tress *~*~* Nilima The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |