Canid

Galaxynet #thepen Canid describes a lovely ballroom with one side open and supported with Greek-style pillars. A nice river and surrounded by nice little rocky pathways infront of the open end (some with bits of gold paint still clinging to them) and trees growing all over the place. ...at least that's how she pictures it - with furniture, mossy boulders and a waterfall against one wall of course. *~~~~~~~~* Serious bit: A wolf is to be admired, for it is a symbol of all that is good, In this world you shall find none more loyal, kind and beautiful than a wolf, Be as the wolves! Be not ashamed of your curiosity, only the lack there-of. Silly bit: Curiosity killed the cat.... well, technically I did, but the point is that the cats' curiosity got me a free meal. Flipity-flopity bunny! Flipity-flopity bunny! Bunny is nice, As nice as can be. Chop him up and serve him for tea! -a song from an English pantomime<i></i>

"Eleanor is a Phoenix, not a peacock, and I use home as an affectionate term." said the wolf, off-handedly scratching her ear with a hind paw. "I hear Wyvern..." the wolf twitched the other ear. OOC: OOC stands for out of character, IC for in character.

The wolf grinned. It wasn't a normal grin of simple comedy. It was a toothy, wolfy grin, and one of the strangest things Icarus had ever seen: insane, scary, and somehow happy at the same time. "Terra as it was known collapsed. Ever since then, the Pen has become my home. I have a den here and have been working to restore the forests around to something of their pre-Mari beauty." The wolf paused. "My name is Canid Phoenix Canidae." She tilted its head to the side. "What do you know of Eleanor?" OOC: Three little notes here: Eleanor is a well established character that has kept company with Canid for nearly 3000 years and has always been a phoenix... you need to know that. I am not bending your writing, Canid picks up people's thoughts if they aren't hidden. If you have any kind of IRC chat server, the Pen (if you didn't know) has a chat-room on the Galaxynet server called #thepen which I highly recomend attending if you'd like to get to know who's who.

The wolf looked quite upbeat and licked a few raindrops off its muzzle with a smile. "Of course you'll be coming in, only a few parts of the Pen are off limits until you are approved." The wolf led Icarus down a few halways, past a protrait that waved at them (though the rubber chickens featured in the huge painting all squinted suspiciously) and into an extremely messy lounge. At one end of the room was a scratched up door with the words "Elder of Init ates - W ve n" on it in gold-painted plastic. "This is where you wait to be seen by Wyvern, the elder of initiates." explained the wolf pointing toward a cushy chair with her tail. "How do you know Eleanor?" it asked curiously. "Eleanor?" "The phoenix," the wolf waited, "the green bird outside. She is my pet Phoenix and has been so for quite some time."

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." warned a very odd voice with bell-like elegance and a pristine, though unique, accent. Icarus turned around and peered into the trees for the voice's owner. There was a large green bird watching him as far as he could see, but that was- The bird cut off his thoughts by pointing to something gray moving swiftly toward the spot from the trees. "One of the wolves has it booby-trapped." said the bird in the same accent while at the same time the gray form parted from the trees and sat elegantly down to watch him. The bird turned to the wolf, "Prospero set another trap - intended for Wyvern unless I'm mistaken, so I've been watching over it to make sure noone else steps into it." The wolf made a face and spoke in an even more strange accent which was never-the-less understandable. "You shouldn't let him put traps out for Wyvern." "Wyvern tried to hook Prospero up to a dogsled and sell him to a group of Inuit." The wolf opened its muzzle, paused and closed it. "Follow me sir." it said to Icarus, leading him around to a side entrance.

Canid raises a fuzzy brow. A green phoenix glides down and perches on her back. The wolf turns her head and licks the bird's tummy in greeting then turns around smiling slightly. "I ask you not to touch the alligators without cause, they already have quite a formidable foe named Prospero who I shall introduce you to at some point. If you want a bit of hunting fun though, keep your eyes open for a hairy human leg. His name is Legman and he'd be overjoyed to conjure up something interesting for you." Canid wags her tail and the plants in the room come suddenly out of the neglected state assumed by anything living in Wyvern's office.

"I do hope you will retain your smell regardless of what form you assume?" asks a concerned voice from the doorway. Katzaniel turns around to see a large gray wolf looking intently at her. "I do occasionally hunt cats when they show the more brutal side of their nature. The local alligators seem to enjoy their meat, so I don't have to eat it myself, which is good because I don't like the taste." Katzaniel opens her jaw to say something and turns to Gyrfalcon for an explanation. Gyrfalcon gestures for her not to get angry and mutters "Katzaniel, this is Canid Phoenix Canidae... I think she just wants to respect the same rules as you." he gives Canid a worried look and the wolf nods. "I have no desire to eat my fellow writers." The edges of Canid's mouth twitch a bit as she attempts to hide her smirk.

While I was growing up, it was a custom of many wolf packs to befriend a magical creature that would give them some warning and protection against magical threats. Phoenix, often hunters themselves and with a closeness to the earthy world were frequently those who would enter into these arrangements. Later on, when wars between powerful mages became common, the tradition came to an end due to the lack of such creatures. My pack had been adopted in such a manner by a phoenix named Thazel. Thazel was a surprise in every way to my siblings, but her presence was not unknown to me. The wolves missed her when she went on her journeys and the beautiful fire and gold of her plumage would dance through the minds of the lower ranking wolves often left to watch us. Her knowledge was relived in the minds of the alpha wolves and respect for our pack phoenix was possessed by all. Naturally I made it my business to learn of phoenix from all my sources before Thazel returned from the journey she had taken during the first few months of my life. I knew a couple mages at that point, my best bet seemed with the verdant mage Collsis, as phoenix will only associate themselves with verdants in most cases. I padded my way into his town. It was a small affair; jumbled and disorganized rather like Collsis' mind. Entering his modest home, I was greeted with the normal array of thoughts: mainly theories about enemies that were never true. I closed the door to get his attention. Collsis started. "Ah, hello Canid. Haven't heard anything from across the forest? If that fire-fellow is in contact with those things again, I'll be in for a dunk." He scratched at his head. "You were the last word I heard on him," I replied, "and in the week it has been since then, I doubt he will have rebuilt his entire town. Have you eaten?" I knew the answer perfectly well; he didn't smell of food, therefore he had not had a bite for at least a day. "I thought you were still fed by your parents, you shouldn't be begging from me." he said, standing up to look in a small chest. "I am not here for a meal." I replied, smiling slightly as he came out with a heavy pie and some fancy fruits. "Oh." Collsis looked over the food he had brought out and put it on the table, digging into it with a shrug. "What do you know about phoenix?" Collsis jumped. "The Verdant guild aren't in arms about fees again? I barely have enough to keep this mess going without them setting their hawks on me!" "Actually the Verdant guild will be considering your town for one of it's charitable donations next week, but I wasn't referring to any specific group of phoenix in my inquires." "How old are you again?" "A bit over three months." Collsis gave me a grinning overwhelmed expression and confused statements about developing language projected themselves through his thoughts. "I still can't believe you learned English at all...." he mumbled brushing his hair with his hand and stuffing a chunk of potato into his mouth. I left a couple hours later with Collsis' opinion that I wouldn't like phoenix and that they could change sizes remarkably fast and were fabulous at spying on people. Also, and I don't know how he learned this, that they could live through armageddon, the fabled end to each life of Terra. Thazel lived up to Collsis' words. Edited by: Canid at: 10/30/02 4:00:28 pm

Alas I have eaten too much. I sit curled up in the chair of a friend's household and with acid bubbling in my stomach and am filled with a profound need to write something. I suppose the most appropriate thing would be an account of my travels, as I have for some time been wanting to record that. The trick would be in making it readable to anyone other than myself. A person's life is rarely so suspenseful as to make a good book and my adventures are long enough as to be no exception. I grew up in a wolf-pack in mid-early years of one of the lives of Terra. I knew of my talents early, the first signs showing in getting fleeting glimpses of my parents and siblings thoughts. This quickly grew into intact, intelligible language, which shortly after-which I found myself able to manipulate. I was not shunned by my family, as many magic-wielders have been out of fear or simple misunderstanding. My ability to see thoughts removed a basic level of communication that most experience, thus I learned much faster than the other puppies in my litter and in pursuit of knowledge, set off on my own for longer periods of time than other young wolves could. I learned that my skills applied to other creatures than wolves, that I could heal and grow things and increase my strength and coordination by applying my magic in different ways. These were my beginnings, so I shall skip ahead a few months - which is a long time for a wolf - to my introduction to the mystical birds, whose name I hold. Edited by: Canid at: 10/27/02 5:33:59 pm

The Pen's courtyard stretched grandly out before the four green-scaled, log-like forms in the morning fog. In the midst of the green, towered a huge ballroom-like hallway with a ceiling extending two-thirds of the way over it and held up by pillars, contained numerous moss-covered boulders, a waterfall of it's very own and a very tall and odd looking couch. "Is that THE couch?" asked one of the three alligators following Shombe, the only alligator who had made it into the good books of the Pen's members who used the courtyard ballroom. Shombe nodded nervously. "Yes, but that's not what we're here to see." "Does it really go faster than a lynx?" asked the same alligator, whose name, it happens, was Phoebe. "I haven't seen it for myself," replied Shombe, walking more quickly past the building, "but they say it has gone faster than any animal." The other alligators let out a joint exclamation of awe as they passed, staring, by the custom made, jet-powered couch with numerous other features I'm not going to go into. The main building of the Pen was not a long walk away, but all four gators stopped and lay down exhausted by the time they reached the front door. They allowed the muscles in their legs to cleanse themselves before standing up and entering the hall to the Cabaret Room. Zool looked commandingly down from his portrait as the four green alligators did their double-waddles in. A rubber chicken in a second mate's uniform began squeaking at the other rubber chickens who rushed forth brandishing little swords cut out of top hats to protect their master. "We're here for the party..." said Shombe, looking nervously at the angry painted toys. Zool nodded. "You'll fit right in," and turning the the rubber chickens, said, "back to your places men." With several military squeaks, the rubber chickens re-sheathed their swords and dispersed back about the rubber-chicken-ship. A vine wrapped itself around one of the gators and took it to a later point in the story. The remaining three gators chased desperately after their lost companion and found themselves lost in a jungle. "Are you sure this is it?" said Niles. Shombe was silent. Phoebe whimpered. "At least it is wet..." commented Shombe at length, poking at the marshy flesh of Waterlilly's interior.

Canid grins her peculiar grin and puts on a black cape with the word "Page" on it, to be worn with pride for the day and joyfully used as a rug there-after.

The stop at the next town was short. The majority of the time was occupied with pollishing skills for most of the soldiers. Dierden spoke to several of the newcomers, none of which had seen anything special about Legman. Those who had been around for longer maintained a respectfull attitude toward their young leader though and were happy to share more stories about where he was from and what he'd done. The boy himself wasn't visible at all. When they were at the town, he spent the whole time interviewing the new recruits. Dierden was surprised at the number he tossed out. When they were marching, the boy would ride ahead with the scouts on horseback. "What do you think of him?" said a voice suddenly from behind Dierden. He turned to see a woman in thick leather with a few thin swords secured around her. "Who?" Asked Dierden, somewhat surprised. "Legman." "I suppose..." he said carefully, "that I'll need to see what he can do before I settle on something." The woman nodded. "It might be a while before you get a chance. I've been in this group over a year and only seen his work twice. Once is all you need though." She nodded to him and ran up ahead to one of the men leading the pack-animals. He handed her a horse and swiftly mounting, she rode off.

The purple fuzzy thing stood by the building and watched as Prospero and Daryl moved silently away from it. Prospero has given it a studying look before he left which hadn't encouraged it. It began to rub the sores out of its fur from the three days of riding aboard a wolf and as its brusqueness wore off and time lengthened it began worrying. The two Canids had been gone a long time. The fuzzy again recalled the studying look the wolf had given it.... as if making up his mind about something. Why had Canid's trail disappeared? The fuzzy purple creature began to feel around first with its paws and then with its magic. Upon use of the latter it immediately found something it didn't like. The gold fuzzies had been here. The gold fuzzies were a larger, more warring and evil race of fuzzy things stopped only by the idol. They also smelled like purple fuzzies, only fouler. Maybe Prospero had thought the gold fuzzies were purple fuzzies, purple fuzzies kin to itself. The purple fuzzy thing began worrying about several things at once. Canid was in danger, as gold fuzzies happened to be abnormally good at sneaking up on people and were unsensed by Terran magic, being from another dimension. If Canid had the idol already, then the gold fuzzies might get it. And finally, the purple fuzzy might have been abandoned by the two Canids. The purple fuzzy thing ran in a circle for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do first before running off in pursuit of Prospero and Daryl. Then the cat struck. The purple fuzzy felt a pointy paw cover it up and rotated its head around to see what was trapping it. The small but deadly jaws of the Felid were already moving toward it. The purple fuzzy squeaked and sent a powerful bolt of energy into the animal's mouth. The cat flew backward and before it hit the ground, the fuzzy was running again. It stopped where the trail ended and sniffed around. There had been no gold fuzzies here, but Prospero and Daryl had disappeared. It hadn't sensed this kind of magic in either of them. The fuzzy looked around more and found the mark of a portal and a plane shifter. Fuzzies were very familiar with plane shifters, they employed them with great frequency. The purple fuzzy felt the spot where the portal had been, there were already only weak traces of magic left. Prospero and Daryl could be anywhere. Edited by: Canid at: 10/14/02 9:08:18 pm

Wyvern began making loud sniffing noises. "Well... we're not actually stuck..." Canid said, in a soothing tone. "What?!" Gyrfalcon stood up with a start. Wyvern sniffed more. "I can actually get us out of here pretty easily... I was sort of enjoying the opportunity to study the insides of this plant.... it is really quite fascinating." Wyvern started to whimper. Gyrfalcon sighed and felt his way around until he located an almost-draconic shoulder to pet. "Wyvern... Canid's going to get us out, you can stop worrying." Wyvern shook and Gyrfalcon began to get the distinct impression that he hadn't been listening to a word said. "Someone sprayed Thief Begone!!!" Wyvern cried with a wail of misery. Canid shook her head and rolled her eyes and sent her magic washing through the plant. Waterlilly began to yawn and keep her esophagus open at the same time. Wyvern shot forward, lured unstoppable by Thief Begone. Canid and Gyrfalcon climbed forth somewhat more gracefully and then stood brushing plant chemicals off themselves for several seconds.

"They are too loud and there are too many questionable things in them." Canid said with an indignant sniff. "Fun, fun, fun!" Exclaimed Prospero as he took hold of Canid's tail and dragged her back in through the gates of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword. "I'm not going to one of Wyvern's parties!" Canid thrust free of Prospero and began her fluid movement back out. Prospero made a face and looked around him for some source of help. He saw a vine. It was twisting rapidly out of the doors of the main entrance in a way that suggested it was the kind of vine that liked grabbing people. Prospero grabbed the tip of the vine in his mouth and ran to catch up with Canid. Canid felt the vine curling about her belly. Vines were not bad things and were generally to be trusted when they wanted you to do something. She only saw Prospero when she was in the air; he was grinning. When Canid stopped moving, she was on the ceiling of a room filled ith some of her favorite plants and wild-life.... maybe it wouldn't be so- The mouth of the huge plant cut off Canid's thoughts by eating her. The wolf fell and hit something. "OW!" said the something. Canid smelled Wyvern. "I've never seen this species before..." the wolf commented to the almost dragon with interest.

There were legends that his mother was one of those little-known new races of human that popped up every now and then somewhere before dissapearing entirely. There was one captain who insisted that there was a small dragon that leant him his power in return for protection from a mysterious enemy; though that fellow did not have a reputation for reliability. Many tales were offered to Dierden as he made his way through the building currently housing the leader of the opperation and thus what he least expected was what he saw when he entered the room. Legman looked basically human. He did have remarkably piercing features, but Dierden was too shocked by his age to notice. The boy sitting at the desk could be no older than 14. He did not bother with any sort of greetings or even a suggestion to be seated but having taken a summarizing look at the man in front of him, immediately began to question him. Legman quickly learned of Dierden's wits, past, skills, reaction time, training and all manner of things, half through observation and half his questions. His manner was mainly cold, with some hint of warmth breaking through in barely perceptible quantities every now and then. Legman cut Dierden off midway through his reasons for joining. "Welcome to our numbers. Go make yourself known to the others unless you have any questions foir me." The boy stood up. He didn't look much like a fighter.

OOC: I suppose the purple fuzzy's were picked up in the portal then.... *looks confused* IC: Prospero shook his head several times before he realized the fuzzy things were not just the result of landing half on his head. Daryl whizzed past his face into a near-by bush and Prospero was distracted from the fuzzies. He looked over to the lizard man running rapidly away from him and identified him as Daryl's attacker. Prospero leapt forward, fuzzies flying from his fur, and charged easilly into the lizard man. It was not normally Prospero's practise to attack those stronger than him, but he was an honourable wolf, and his friend had been thrown. Bagghins toppled at the unexpected jump and all the stolen items again crashed to the ground. Prospero quickly grabbed several of the most valuable ones in his jaws and moved fluidly behind the cluster of confused fuzzies. Daryl opened his eyes and waited in a daze for his vision to clear. There were dozens of purple fuzzy things now. They were all standing in a row infront of Prospero, who had a very cunning look on his face. Bagghins ran at Prospero, not noticing the purple mice on the ground and in doing so, stepped on one. As Bagghins was proppelled into the air at a speed to match a falcon near the end of it's dive, he thought momentarilly of a green frog grinning at him. "How strange." he said before hitting the ground. Daryl got splattered with lizard man and heard some of the fuzzy's cheering. "I've changed my mind," called Prospero amid the purple, his old good-humoured practical joker's grin returning to his face, "I've decided I like the purple things after all."

I'm spending my life on the toilet! It seems like a nice place to live: There's always fresh water in bathrooms, And a book to keep myself sane with. I would have a hot bath at disposal, With pretty deposits of lime, And as long as I brought in some cookies, Some food to sustain me some time. I suppose I could grow a few veggies, If I arranged plants everywhere. Then I could live in the bathroom, As long as I had some fresh air. ~Written by the notorious bathroom dweller of Canada who might currently be found living under a small leaf somewhere in Ontario. (i.e.: written by me )

Wyvern was the first to notice his empty purse (as that is where his greedy claws were every few seconds). He gave a despaired wail of "My life is gone!" and collapsed into the lake, adding to it's contents. This caused some confusion until he began to suspiciously and more obviously than even he would have attempted, check people's pockets, thus revealing their lack of contents. It was quickly decided that thgey would all go after the lizard-man, who was the obvious theif. Prospero and Daryl stood by the bank and watched them depart. The purple fuzzy thing was visible again, it seemed much more docile now, the cute and fuzzy creature it had seemed on their first encounter. At length, it spoke. "Sorry about that... I lost my temper. Seeing that awful creature in the lake is likely to break the will of any who know what it has done." Despite questioning, the fuzzy thing rufused to disclose more information, but simply asked that they continue to track Canid. So they did, and now that she was no longer in the river, it was an easy thing to do. By midday, they had found the spot where her tracks suddenly dissapeared. "Why have we stopped?" came the confident voice from somewhere in Daryl's fur (Prospero had complained about it giving him a rash). Prospero sniffed in a circle around the wolf-prints. "The tracks stop, it doesn't make sense..... there's something else over here." Prospero came out of the building looking determined. "May I speak to Daryl alone Fuzzy?" he asked in a voice that suggested it wasn't a question. Daryl and Prospero left the fuzzy thing standing alone by the building and moved some distance off before they stopped. "You know I don't have any magic Daryl, so I can never be sure of these things..." Prospero started, looking uneasy, "but Canid has taught me what can be taught about identifying smells changed with magic. Something took Canid, and I think it is one of those fuzzy things."

"RODENT!!??" roared the purple thing as Prospero flinched at the volume. The eyes in the water had dissappeared along with their owner and only ripples in the water remained. The purple thing realized the offender had escaped and leapt wildly off the wolf to the exact point where the water and ground met, hissing in furry. Prospero looked miserably up, "I don't know, I don't even know the thing's name, it's just using me as it's horse for purple mice." Prospero whimpered. Another screaming furied yell came from the spot on the shore where the purple thing stood and as the company turned, they noticed that a huge chunk of ground was flying into the middle of the lake, the spot where it had been, edged in claw marks. "Did it do that...?" Daryl whispered to Prospero. Prospero stood and stared silently out at the water. The purple thing turned and walked back. "I'm not a rodent." it hissed before burrying itself out of site in the wolf's fur.

"I'm not on a mission from Canid, I'm on a mission to Canid." Corrected the purple fuzzy thing as they began moving again. "Not that it should make any difference. I think I understand what you were talking about now... hunting. It just didn't jump to mind as one that never hunts." The fuzzy thing continued to ramble on about various topics with the swift, punctuated sylables of the confident. "How long have you been travelling with it?" asked Daryl in sympathy. "2 weeks and 4 days." replied Prospero and the purple thing in unison. The purple thing then added that Prospero was a male and thus should have been reffered to as "him" not "it. Prospero grit his teeth as Daryl held in a smirk. Edited by: Canid at: 10/4/02 4:26:15 pm

Prospero might have done more than grit hit teeth if they had not, on rounding a corner of the river band, come into view of a caotic assembly at the edge of the pond the river entered. Prospero went down to the river again to check that Canid had indeed gone this way, and finding it so, led the small group to the larger one. Lord Seth Exodus and the Big Pointy One lay sprawled on the ground underneath a disoriented looking Falcon and a lizard-man stood to the side wringing water out of his clothing. All were wet and none-too happy. Daryl poked Prospero and pointed at a pair of eyes watching the whole thing from the water. "Hello..." said Prospero to the crowd, though he still looked at the eyes in the water. There was a threatening hissing noise from something in the vicinity that made those present jump. The purple thing boiled into view, fur standing on end (making it look even more fuzzy) as it stood on Prospero's head and pointed vividly at the pond-creatures eyes in the water, screaming "Theif!!!!" in a voice much louder than one would imagine from such a creature. ~Elsewhere~ Canid was very aware of the silence as she slowly came to. Deep, unearthly silence as the night sky sat overhead in a somewhat diminished brilliance. Canid could both feel and see the deffensive green aura built up around herself in response to the attack. It wasn't as bright as it should have been. A searing pain ripped through her as something large and fetid smelling sank it's teeth into her leg. She heard it's yell of anguish as her magic ripped through it and tore it off, then set about healing her... but there were many more of the creatures.

Canid greets her old friend with one of *her* grins and howls to top it off. "I am glad you are finally here.... sorry I couldn't do more to keep the Conservatory alive" Canid looked sad for a moment, "basically everything I've written is there anyway and I don't make new things frequently enough to have an impact outside an active story." Canid pauses, smiles and bows, then smells the fake garlic and offers Tamaranis a wet cloth.

The purple thing felt a muscular jerk as his mount caught something small but heavy in it's mouth. It stuck it's purple fuzzy head up when it heard the light growling. "I say, is that you making that noise male wolf?" it said, stretching it's neck to get a glimpse of the new passenger. Having caught a hunting lycanthrope in his mouth, Prospero gave up on continuing along-side the marshy river-bank and found a dry patch before putting Daryl down. "No it isn't your purple-ness." Prospero sat down, scratched his ear and glared at Daryl. He was not happy, so explanations were in order. ~Elsewhere~ Canid yawned in the warm air. Summer was lovely if you'd been up for several hours before the suncame up. It had made a soothing transition from cool night breeze to fresh day-warmth. She had left the pond creature for the night so she could find something to eat and having successfully done so, was returning to finish her business with it, it had shown no sign yet of giving up the idle. 'When friends fight...' she thought to herself. Canid didn't get a chance to groan about the heat as it grew uncomfortable, the sharp jolt of magic to the back of her head knocked her out and she was promptly scooped up into a burlap sack.

A short distance away from where the pond creature and the lizard man were regaurding each other with financial interest (at lease so it was for Bagghinssssss... the pond creature I suspect was more interested in breakfast), a wolf with which most of you are familliar was in the difficult process of finding another wolf with which you are likely even more familliar. Prospero sniffed distastefully at the river bank, sighed and stuck his paw into the scum at the bottom of the first few inches of water. He lifted it out and inhaled slowly. Prospero coughed and shook off his paw. He was still on her trail. He made his way back out of the mud at the river-side and continued to follow the smell of the polluted river. He was quite close to the town now. Canid may not mind going in, but despite his "anything goes" attitude toward life in general, he had his objections. Prospero felt a scuffling against his fur and heard a tiny voice say "Stop!" His pasenger leapt off and stretched. It was an odd looking creature - as were many of Canid's wide-spread friends. It was purple and fuzzy, about the size of a mouse and had floppy ears - it looked altogether like something he might of eaten if he hadn't been full when he found it, but it had marched right up to him and requested the immediate attention of the wolf who had departed three days earlier on a visit to another of her old friends. The purple thing wanted help remembering something, but had said nothing else. "You don't have any objection going into a human town do you?" Prospero asked hopefuly. "Nope." The purple thing climbed back onto his shoulders and Prospero grunted his acceptance of the inevitable before moving on. Edited by: Canid at: 10/2/02 6:52:44 pm