Who On Fizban's Green Kyrnn...Is That?!

In the clearing, another Kender had walk up, and hearing Tasslehoff's boisterous ruckus, went to see what kind of party was going on. Her head tilted this way and that, wondering what on earth the Kender was doing alone. That was, until he collapsed. She ran over to aid the fallen man, finding that he was hopelessly dehydrated and starved. (Kenders have a high metabolism you see). She sat him up against a tree and waited for him.

Meanwhile, Tas was having the most wonderful dream until he felt himself moving. He was with Tika, Raistln and one of the Kender clerics he saw when he was back in time, in a kayak. They were headed straight for a waterfall. Tas thought about how realistic the dream was, he could even feel himself getting wet. The kayak plummeted over the falls, and with the sensation of falling, Tas woke up. He jumped to find that he was wet, and there was a female face very close to his.

"Ah!" Tas yelled out in shock. He backed up as fast as he could, but being very hungry on top of thirsty didn't help. "Who are you?" he asked. She started talking rapidly in a different language, and even if she was speaking common, he wouldn't have understood. His eyes grew wide, "Uhhhh..."

"Dranm," she cursed, Tas thought she did, he wasn't quite sure.

"Common?" he asked. She crossed her arms and pouted, and that was a big fat no for Tas. He sighed before he saw the food on the ground. He looked at it wistfully as his stomach gave a very loud growl. The female stamped her foot at her self for forgetting about his hunger. She sat on the other side of the food and offered a tiny portion to him.

Tas looked forlornly at his portion. "That's it?" he asked more to himself than to her. He sighed, and ate what he was given. It was, after all, her food. She was barely eating, feeling more content to stare at Tasslehoff's face. He met her eyes, throwing her into a fit of giggles before she looked away with flushed cheeks. His eyebrows rose both in confusion and amazement. He looked away as well, as if a bit embarrassed.

A glance back at her face showed Tas that she was again, staring at him. When he thought about it, she was very pretty. Her large brown and deep green eyes. Her rich brown hair. Her lithe body accented with a bright yellow dress. Even her feet were beautifully accented with matching yellow sandals. She wore hardly any jewelry apart from a ankle bangle and a collar necklace. Her pouches and supplies had been tossed off to the side so she could eat.

She said something in her language, making Tas gape at her. She giggled uncontrollably for a few minutes before she took to staring into his face. Tas sighed for the third time. He pointed at himself, hoping to Fizban that this would work. "Tasslehoff. My name is Tasslehoff," he spoke slowly.

"Shirla," she said, pointing to herself. She giggled and jumped to throw her arms around Tasslehoff's neck.

"Ah! NO, gerroff me," Tas protested, struggling to find a way out of her grip. He struggled with her for a moment before he could free himself. "No, no," he told her sternly. He sat cross-legged, put his hand up to his chin, and thought about how to communicate with Shirla. Shirla, however, sat next to him, cross-legged, hand at her chin and with the same pensive expression. He realized that she had copied him as he looked at her. She looked up at him before breaking into giggles. Tas groaned, "Oh, women. I don't understand the pros of settling down."

With that said, Tas got up and started walking in the direction he thought the road was. There was gibberish being spoken when in the middle of it all he heard "Tassie." Tasslehoff's shoulders slumped, now he had a pet name?! Shirla had on her pack, and her pouches, and she was jogging towards him.

"Maybe, if I pretend I can't hear her, she'll go away," Tas said to himself as he waited for her. Shirla tugged at his arm in order to get to his hand, while Tas resorted to keeping his arms above his head. She shrugged as if saying 'You'll have to put them down sometime.' She looked at him with a sly/coy expression on her face, but she shook her head as if decided against her thoughts. Tas sighed, and thought, This will be a lo-o-o-ong adventure.