I look at the little whirlwind, and greet it. "Well, what have we here?"

future_of_the_wind <lzabeth1@...> wrote: The tiny whirlwind spins
down to investigate the furry one s
weaponry.She likes the shiny metal.So close to the ground she picks
up some fine grains of sand in her funnel, now she appears to be a
dust devil.Some of the sand falls upon the pile of shiny metal.

Wind moves over to the furry one .Some of the sand falls on him.The
tiny whirlwind is about the size of a small bird.

--- In fantasygathering@yahoogroups.com, Scott Nelson
<ssndragon8@...> wrote:
>
> I look up, as if somethings wrong. I kneel again and attend to the
young womans wounds as best I can. "That should help."
>
> --- In fantasygathering@yahoogroups.com, "ssndragon8"
> <ssndragon8@> wrote:
> >
> > --- In fantasygathering@yahoogroups.com, sarcie_nova <no_reply@>
> > wrote:
> > >
> > > Sarcie opened her eyes, wincing as pain shot through her body.
> > Damn
> > > Marcus, she thought to herself as the world came into focus or
at
> > > least that part of which Sarcie found herself. Not good, was
her
> > > next thought, "I don't think we're in Drackmoor anymore Fel,"
she
> > > muttered, tentatively attempting to sit up.
> > >
> > > Gasping, she grabbed at her ankle, biting her lip to keep from
> > > crying out. By this time Sarcie realized she was alone, or at
> > least
> > > as alone as she ever got. "Um Fel…. Where are we?" Receiving no
> > > response Sarcie was gripped by a sudden fear. She and Fel had
> been
> > > inseparable since, well, since forever as far as Sarcie was
> > > concerned.
> > >
> > > Feeling very much lost and alone Sarcie decided it was time to
> take
> > > stock. Neither Marcus nor Fel seemed to be present, her ankle
> was
> > > at least badly sprained if not broken nor had she any idea
where
> > she
> > > was, just great. Oddly enough there was a familiar feel to this
> > > place though Sarcie was positive she had never been here
before.
> > > She appeared to be on the edge of a lake, the other side of
which
> > > was just visible through the thinning fog of what she assumed
was
> > > early morning.
> > >
> > > For a moment, if one were watching closely, it was apparent
just
> > how
> > > young Sarcie was before a calm born of iron control slipped
over
> > her
> > > features. Cursing whatever fates had brought her here, Sarcie
> > > mumbled something unintelligible under her breath, eye flashing
> > > violet for a moment as she gripped her ankle. A muffled grunt
> was
> > > the only sound she made as she again tried to stand.
> > >
> > > No good, her ankle would not support her weight. With a heavy
> sigh
> > > she sank back down in the grass and wondered how long it would
be
> > > before anyone at home realized she was missing.
> > >
> > At the edge of the forest, Excellon appears. He notices that the
> > young woman is hurt, and goes to help her. He approaches slowly,
> and
> > puts down his bundle of swords. He brushes some dirt out of his
> > white, tigerlike fur and aks "Are you alright, miss? I can help
> you."
> >
>
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ~~~
> The Wind had been waiting for quite a while for someone to return
to
> the gathering place. Cat had left it here saying she would return
> soon, but she hadn t.
>
> The tiny whirlwind watched as the tiger man approached the young
> woman.
>
>
>
>
>
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