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My Kittens!

You enter and find yourself in a warm, comfortable-looking room. The floor is covered in multi-colored rugs, and there are cloth hangings on the walls, as well. There are many tables, shelves, and boxes scattered throughout the room, as well as a few fur-covered couches and chairs. The wall facing you is glass, and half of it opens out onto a porch. The porch has several rocking chairs and is surrounded by a wild-looking garden, fenced in by a stone wall. A tall, thin being rises from a chair. At first you think she is a human, but you soon realize that she is in fact an elven maid. Her long hair is pale gold, and her eyes sparkle silver. She is wearing mottled green-and-silver clothes of a material you don't recongnize. She smiles and picks up a tiger-striped cat.


Adopt-A-Familiar "Greetings, human. I am Kianara, and this is where the cats and Harnen live. Somebody-or-Other calls this one Stinker, but his name is Apollo." She looks slightly offended by his nickname. "He likes to play with string and feet. He is quite a lap-cat." He purrs loudly, then leaps out of her arms.


She scoops up a midnight-black cat. "This is Atremis, but Somebody-or-Other calls her Fuzzy. She loves to lie Adopt-A-Familiar in the sun and, as Somebody-or-Other says, 'poke her nose where it doesn't belong.' Her fur is very soft, but she never sits still to be petted. As if to confirm that, the cat also jumps out of her arms.


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She walks over to three white cats. "These are Aether, Nix, and Heavyside. They're from the same litter. 'They like high places, can almost fly to get to them, and can never be found when it's time to go to the vet.' That's what Somebody-or-Other says."


She sits down again and sighs. "Somebody-or-Other is an enigma. In some ways she is admirable, a wonderful person. In others, she leaves much to be desired. She creates a whole world, allows stranger such as you to wander it, and fills it with jokes so obscure even she doesn't recognize them all! And her naeme! She never ceases to puzzle me." She sighs again. "In the garden you will find Harnen. He is a easily excited, but more intelligent than you would guess." She gets up again and begins grooming one of the white cats.


Curious, you venture out to the garden. Except for butterflies, it appears to be empty. You sit on the porch and wait, enjoying the peaceful spring air. You watch the butterflies dancing and notice one is larger than the others. You start to get up to get a closer look when it flies over to you and lands on your hand. It isn't a butterfly, it's a tiny winged horse! Harnen


As if it reads your mind, it snorts in comtempt and deliberately prances on your hand, its tiny hooves digging into your skin. Quickly you revise your thoughts: it looks like a tiny winged horse. It nods in satisfaction and flits away.


"I see you met Harnen," Kianara smiles. "He's a fairy pony. Well, you've seen everyone here. I guess you'll be leaving. If you touch that banner it will take you the realm of Vermifuge the Red. Hai unviel, emelii. Farewell." Then she turns and walks out to the garden.


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