Azura Wildfyre stepped out into the bright sunlight of Tarnaya. Her small
vessel, The Waveskimmer, lay anchored near her cave. The trees around her
waved in the cold wind that played at her clothing and tugged at her headfur.
The female ferret had arrived at Tarnaya, a group of islands at the north,
ten seasons ago. She had learned to live off the land and decided to become
a goodbeast. Her weakness was the cold, and sometimes she wondered why she
came to the islands. Now she was feeling numb and weak. Azura's spiked bracelets
clacked together as she rubbed her paws to keep them warm. She pulled her
dark green vest tighter around her to protect her self from the cold wind.
Picking up her haversack, the ferret stuffed it with provisions and picked
up her few belongings, bow, quiver of arrows and sword. Azura climbed aboard
her vessel and set her items down in the galley. She ran over to her cave,
camouflaged it with driftwood and dried grass and hurried back to her boat.
The wind was stronger now, and it howled as it rushed around the furled
sail and pulled at the trees. Now it wwas time to begin her quest for her
family. Sensing it was time to hurry, the ferret pulled up the anchor and
the skiff zoomed out over the ocean. Taking one last look at Tarnaya, Azura
bowed her head against the wind and lashed the tiller southward before heading
into the warm cabin. Slowly, the warmth made her sleepy, and she closed
her eyes and sank into the realms of slumber.
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A few weeks later, The Waveskimmer had made it into the southern waters.
Feeling much better, the ferret took out a slightly damp piece of parchment
and began to write.
'Today is a wonderful day. It is warm and sunny and the boat is going
at a good speed. My quest for finding my family is not such a bad choice
after all. Although provisions are running low, I sense that land is near.
A few hours ago, I spotted a smudge of black on the horizon. Whether it
was cloud or land I do not know. I will put down my pen now and start cooking
lunch, for I am starving.'
Azura put down her pen and ran a paw through her headfur. She had set
out on a mission to find her parents, but she was unsure about what to do
next. The ferret was walking up on deck when suddenly she jumped up with
joy as she sighted land. She was too excited to cook, so she just grabbed
some biscuits and sat munching them as she kept a paw on the tiller.
A few hours later, Azura had anchored her vessel in a little cove and
covered it with ferns, loam, driftwood and logs to camouflage it. She strapped
on her sword, shouldered her quiver, haversack and bow and walked into the
woods in front of her. Suddenly, a small figure jumped onto her. Her paw
was immediately on her sword, but she relaxed as the creature spoke.
"You no hurt me! I be a likkle squiggle!" The baby squirrel hopped onto
Azura's haversack and eyed her suspiciously. "Be ya a vermint?"
"Ohohohoho, no me liddle matey! I'm a goodbeast, see?" Azura smiled
as she stroked the little fellow's headfur.
"Good. Caley come wid ya!" Caley hugged Azura and grinned. "I like you.
You not be bad."
"Where are yer parents?" Azura inquired.
Immediately the little squirrel burst into tears. "Badbeasts come! Wats
an' weasleys fight momma an' papa. Dey go sleepy, but don't wake uppa, so
I left dem in twee and run away."
"Oh. I see matey. Well, then let's go!" The ferret grinned.
"Yay!" Caley exclaimed and rode on Azura's shoulders as the pair walked
through the forest. The odd little pair strode through the greenery of northen
Mossflower.
vessel, The Waveskimmer, lay anchored near her cave. The trees around her
waved in the cold wind that played at her clothing and tugged at her headfur.
The female ferret had arrived at Tarnaya, a group of islands at the north,
ten seasons ago. She had learned to live off the land and decided to become
a goodbeast. Her weakness was the cold, and sometimes she wondered why she
came to the islands. Now she was feeling numb and weak. Azura's spiked bracelets
clacked together as she rubbed her paws to keep them warm. She pulled her
dark green vest tighter around her to protect her self from the cold wind.
Picking up her haversack, the ferret stuffed it with provisions and picked
up her few belongings, bow, quiver of arrows and sword. Azura climbed aboard
her vessel and set her items down in the galley. She ran over to her cave,
camouflaged it with driftwood and dried grass and hurried back to her boat.
The wind was stronger now, and it howled as it rushed around the furled
sail and pulled at the trees. Now it wwas time to begin her quest for her
family. Sensing it was time to hurry, the ferret pulled up the anchor and
the skiff zoomed out over the ocean. Taking one last look at Tarnaya, Azura
bowed her head against the wind and lashed the tiller southward before heading
into the warm cabin. Slowly, the warmth made her sleepy, and she closed
her eyes and sank into the realms of slumber.
======================================================
A few weeks later, The Waveskimmer had made it into the southern waters.
Feeling much better, the ferret took out a slightly damp piece of parchment
and began to write.
'Today is a wonderful day. It is warm and sunny and the boat is going
at a good speed. My quest for finding my family is not such a bad choice
after all. Although provisions are running low, I sense that land is near.
A few hours ago, I spotted a smudge of black on the horizon. Whether it
was cloud or land I do not know. I will put down my pen now and start cooking
lunch, for I am starving.'
Azura put down her pen and ran a paw through her headfur. She had set
out on a mission to find her parents, but she was unsure about what to do
next. The ferret was walking up on deck when suddenly she jumped up with
joy as she sighted land. She was too excited to cook, so she just grabbed
some biscuits and sat munching them as she kept a paw on the tiller.
A few hours later, Azura had anchored her vessel in a little cove and
covered it with ferns, loam, driftwood and logs to camouflage it. She strapped
on her sword, shouldered her quiver, haversack and bow and walked into the
woods in front of her. Suddenly, a small figure jumped onto her. Her paw
was immediately on her sword, but she relaxed as the creature spoke.
"You no hurt me! I be a likkle squiggle!" The baby squirrel hopped onto
Azura's haversack and eyed her suspiciously. "Be ya a vermint?"
"Ohohohoho, no me liddle matey! I'm a goodbeast, see?" Azura smiled
as she stroked the little fellow's headfur.
"Good. Caley come wid ya!" Caley hugged Azura and grinned. "I like you.
You not be bad."
"Where are yer parents?" Azura inquired.
Immediately the little squirrel burst into tears. "Badbeasts come! Wats
an' weasleys fight momma an' papa. Dey go sleepy, but don't wake uppa, so
I left dem in twee and run away."
"Oh. I see matey. Well, then let's go!" The ferret grinned.
"Yay!" Caley exclaimed and rode on Azura's shoulders as the pair walked
through the forest. The odd little pair strode through the greenery of northen
Mossflower.