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Silverleafeon
Fawn slowly pressed her hand against the wall.
Rough shaped, it appears to have been created by arcane means.
Bending forward, she examined the grass bent over by it, still green.
Brushing her brown hair away from her face, she wonders, "This is new."
A scratching noise above her head knocks some loose stone into her hair;
scowling, Fawn turns upward and sees a small fury face upon the top of the wall,
peeking down.
"Oh, what a cute Panther Cub, with a glowing blue nose!"
Fawn smiles and watches, then hesitantly looks around, "Where is the Mother Panther?"
Shaking its black fur, the Panther Cub look behind Fawn at a gathering in the distance.
Then a determined look comes into its eyes, as if having decided something important,
very important.
The Panther Cub takes a deep breath as if drawing inner reserves; its nose starting glowing
vibrantly blue rays with just a hint of purple and black light wall and the grass clearing.
Bending slightly, the Panther Cub touches the wall, casting a bluish spell upon it.
Jumping down, the Panther Cub shrugs and glides thru the grass towards the gathering in the
distance.
Fawn watches the determined little Panther Cub go, shading her eyes towards the horizon.
"Is that smoke I see? A little Panther Cub running toward the smoke? Curious."
Turning back, Fawn gasped in amazement. The rock wall is no longer, but glass, pure glass.
Touching the smooth edges, Fawn looks right thru the Transparent glass, and sees more
Panther Cubs trotting as fast as their little legs can run.
Three, four, five, even more come straight for the wall.
Reaching the wall, the lead Panther Cub stretches its rust brown furry legs and bounds to the top
of the wall, the jumps to the over side, moving quickly towards the smoke in the distance.
One by one other Panther Cubs follow, each gauging the wall, the surmounting it with grace.
All but the last one, a Panther Cub with brown and white stripes. Fawn tried hard not to chuckle
but failed (what a strange looking Panther Cub, whoever heard of brown stripes?); her chuckle
stopped when the Brown and White Panther Cub bounced against the wall, sprawling on the grass.
Three more times, the little Panther Cub attempted the wall, and three more times, it bounced off.
The last time, it just sat there sprawled on the grass, big solemn eye gazing at fey-touched Fawn.
"Aww, poor thing, you want to go with your friends. Let me help you." Digging into her backpack,
Fawn pulled out a grappling rope. A few swings and a bit of straining then she over the wall, gently
whispering to the Panther Cub, taking it in her arms. The Panther Cub snuggled up against her as
Fawn felt something hard underneath the Panther Cub's neck. Examining this collar with a strange
runic inscription upon it, Fawn tried to interpret it, "One is mine?" No that is not right, "Four is one?",
hmm...better consult with a master on the subject, ruinic translation is not easy, even "Be mine" was
a possibility?
The brown and white Panther Cub began to struggle, and Fawn reached way up, and placed it upon
the glass wall. She could see right thru the Transparent wall to the distant smoke; was that smoke growing
or was it her imagination?
The Panther Cub leaped down from the wall with a clumsy tumbling landing and started moving thru the grass
to follow the other Panther Cubs. Then it hesitated, turning back, its eyes big pools of lonely moonlight,
yearning.
Fawn stared into the Cub's eyes feeling her heartstrings tug, a gentle breeze ruffled her brown hair, blowing it
over her face. "Aww, you want me to follow? Ok, young one, I will follow."
Brushing her hair aside, Fawn smoothed out her red robe, and took up the grappling hook, swinging it in a circle,
the looping it over the wall. Climbing up, the breeze was strong here; sniffing heavily Fawn nodded "That is smoke
and its getting worse."
A few minutes later, Fawn and her "Be Mine" Panther Cub, strode around some rocky outcropping, to find a number of
Horses gathered around a pile of scrolls. They were pawing thru them, as if searching for something? The Panther Cubs
moved among them, grabbing scrolls with their teeth and opening them up. The Panther Cubs took care that the Horses
did not step upon them, but the Horsed seemed intent upon their searching.
Fawn looked around, no one seems worried about the scrolls to guard them, and there were so many, scattered everywhere.
Fawn's stripped Panther Cub searching among the scrolls, picking on up in its mouth and set it at Fawn's leather boots.
It sat there looking up at Fawn with those deep beseeching eyes then begin slowly tearing the ribbon holding the scroll closed.
Smiling and wondering what is going on, Fawn untied the ribbon and unrolled the scroll for her "Be Mine" Panther Cub,
thinking to herself, "Maybe I should call it Valentine? But maybe not, it will probably wander off."
Glancing down as the scroll, Fawn was startled at the great detail of it - blueprints? what ever it is, someone placed a lot of work here.
Looking back at the huge scroll pile, she hesitated. Three rhinos approached the pile, trampling scrolls kicking them around, scooping up
in big heaps then walking off. Glancing in the direction the rhinos went, she noticed the smoke getting blacker. Some village building
obscured the actual fire if fire it be, but the pillar of smoke was unmistakable now.
A bit upset, Fawn rushed over to the scroll pile gathering up several armfuls hoping to protect them. As she passed by a Rust furred
Panther Cub, Fawn noticed a gleam in its eye as the Panther Cub watched the rhinos, was that approval? "What is going on here?"
Fawn thought to herself?
Sitting upon a glass rock and wondering if the blue nosed Panther Cub spell Translucented that rock too, Fawn began studying the scrolls
in detail. Her brown and white striped Panther Cub curled up in her lap purring softly.
Scroll upon scroll, she opened studying them intently. Wonder, looking...
Much puzzled, a bit later, she wondered out loud, "How do I find the Dojo Master? I need to speak with him about many things."
A tall shadow loomed over her, as a green metal sign and a calendar dropped at Fawn's feet. Picking up the green metal sign,
she found a mix of arrows pointing in a crazy circle. Standing up, Fawn curtseyed to the Giraffe, and called out "Thank you!".
The Giraffe nodded to Fawn as it sedately strode off towards the woods opposite the village quite confident in its bearings.
Smiling Fawn flipped thru the calendar, it was for this year, and full of Horse pictures.
Sitting back down, Fawn set her "Four is one/Be mine/??" Panther Cub back upon her lap, picking up a new scroll and studying it
slowly. "Was this aura's radius 50% bigger than the width of a dragon? What of a clump of giants, was this aura's radius bigger
than that? 100 plat says its too small, what do you think Panther Cub? Want to bet me?"
But the Brown and White Panther Cub stretched, yawned, and rolled over as if to say, "I'm not taking any foolish bets."
Smiling, Fawn scratched her Panther Cub's ears deeply reading, while the Panther Cub purred. Fawn shook her head as smiled,
then glanced at her pile of scrolls, so much to read and so little time to think it over.
Metal clanged and rattled , startling Fawn. Jumping up with a start, Fawn looked noticed the setting sun.
"Four is one" Panther Cub continued slumbering. In front of her, a dozen kobolds scurried about a wagon loaded down.
Two owlbears paused from pulling the wagon, as the Kobold atop the driver's seat swacked and quippled with a heavy
draconic accent, "Pick them up, all the pitchfolks - don't leave any behind."
Three kobolds gathered the pitchfolks up, tossing them high upon the wooden wagon. Fawn overhead the closest one
say, "Kobold eats fresh rats tonight." Another one proudly held a pitchfolk over his head, "My pitchfolk is bigger than your
pitchfolk." The third one smiled craftily, "Foreman know best, we make big profit selling pitchfolks in village! Foreman
see smoke and hear the whispers. Soon, he say, soon, Foreman get promotion."
Fawn watched in amazement as the Owl Bear drawn carriage lumped on. Was it her imagination, or did a Kobold whisper,
"Shinnies, we get shinnies later, much later during the confusion.
The Rhinos returned for more scrolls, scoping them up, then stamping back to the pillar of fire in the distance.
It was larger now, much larger, she was sure of it! Yawn, she glanced at the moon overhead, and laid upon the pile
of scrolls beside her, "I will sleep just a minute or two." Beside her, "Four is one", her Panther Cub purred...