<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Let's go with the latter option. It's more entertaining. :3</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Chrrou wrote:</cite>Chrrou has to chuckle, dipping his head at Lin's puzzlement and concern. "I guess you're right. It'd be terrifying to have a trained animal like Heshaar, but... what we are is different. She and I have a... a bond." He struggles for words briefly. "I guess I've never really explained myself. How much do you know about druids?"</div></blockquote><br/>"...(blink)...druids?" She sifts through her memories: cryptic figures in primitive attire, carrying wooden staves, sprigs of holly and an impenetrable aura of mystery; holding no property or permanent address, just melting out of the forest whenever they are needed, only to vanish again afterwards...<br/>"They're like...nature priests, right? They come--<span style="font-style: italic">came</span>" she sadly uses the past tense, "...to Talloak during each Solstice to lead the ceremony. Sometimes I'd see them discussing with the elves afterwards..." from her voice, Chrrou can infer that she knows next to nothing about druidic ways--and much of what she does know is drawn from mythology, not first-hand knowledge.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Chrrou wrote:</cite><span style="font-style: italic">"Heshaar! What happened? Did that kobold come back?"</span></div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The little yapping lizards came, a crowd of them. They tried to steal your meat."</span>growls the dire wolf, with a glance over at the Heodo remains.<span style="font-style: italic">"I made them regret it."</span><br/>Beneath her thick winter pelt Chrrou notices two incisions, one on her flank (3 slashing damage) and one on her paw (1 slashing damage); otherwise she appears fine, if a tiny bit chubbier. She seems pleased with herself.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"They taste like dirt."</span>she informs him.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-style: italic">"...And you, are you holding up okay?"</span></div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I had thought there no satisfaction greater than noon-sun...I had not imagined there could be impulses so urgent, rewards so immediate!"</span>Nocke gushes with song as he flutters from one shoulder to the other.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No wonder animals are always scurrying, always in frantic motion...the world through these eyes is a storm of sensations!"</span><br/>After a few moments he calms, and Chrrou's question registers for him.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Me? I am okay...as okay as a rootless animal can be. Heshaar is most gentle and hospitable a host."</span>He returns to preening his ruffled wings.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I found a bug in her fur. And I was compelled to...consume it. The bug is inside me now, part of me. Such an oddly enjoyable act, eating is..."</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Lin hears Chrrou vocalize a series of whines and growls, then fluttering chirps. At first she assumes he is soothing the animals, but when they respond in kind she realizes they are conversing.<br/>"He's talking to them!" she remarks to herself, giggling. "How cool! Wish I could do that..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Rihyan wrote:</cite>"you probably wont have to go fully into the sack, I could probably hide you with my wings," he says, before demonstrating, shifing the position he was holding his wings, so Lin gets covered in soft silver feathers.</div></blockquote><br/>"Oh, thank you." she replies, her voice timid when addressing the massive pred.<br/>Curious, she reaches out to feel a gossamer feather; it is much softer than any bird feather she has known.