| You start back down the path, listening to the birdcalls echoing around you through the trees. Picking up the pace a bit, you find yourself quite eager to see what lies ahead, and you rush onwards. Before long, the trees around you start thinning out a bit; the path must be curving out of the rainforest. Indeed, it is not long before the underbrush seems to vanished, and the path once again widens, winding in and out of the now-sparse trees. It's a distinct difference-- now, the majority of foliage is above your head, the only things on your level are the tree trunks and an occassional bush, as well as a few scatterings of flowers. A rustle from above causes you to stop and look up, but you only get a glimpse of green before whatever it is vanishes into the canopy. You turn your eyes back to the path and continue on, occasionally glancing up. After hearing a few more rustles, but seeing nothing, you're convinced that whatever it is, it's playing with you. Finally, you hear another rustle above and behind you, and you spin quickly, gaze flying up, only to see a small bird regarding you quizically. You turn back around, and to your surprise, sitting right in the middle of the path is a Kiezo flit, who definitely wasn't there before. She grins at you. |
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There's something vaguely familiar about the flit, and you realize that it's something about the way she's grinning at you, and a certain glint in her eyes. You have no more time to ponder this, however... "Heyas! Got anything for me?" You blink and reply that you do not, but luckily, she doesn't seem all that disappointed. "Aw, okay. So, what's your name?" You tell her. "Aha. Where are you from?" You answer her question, and right away, she asks another. "How's the weather there?" You get the idea that she's once again messing with you, but you answer anyway. "Hehehe." She prances forward, finally stopping the questions. "I'm Mairin." She shakes her blue mane out of her eyes. "You have most likely already met my father." "Eilam!" you exclaim, and the flit nods. So that's where she inherited her smile from. "The very same," she replies. "In any case, come. I shall escort you to the next inhabitant." She scampers forward, and you follow. Continue Back Name: Mairin ID: 43f Gender: Female Species: Kiezo Flit Mate: None Birth Flight: Flight of the Planets From: Kiezo Glade |
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