Back to the grassy plains. The sun has just finished sliding into its bed, and the stars begin to peep out shyly one by one. Sevarint races past the scenery, howling with pure exhiliration at finally beginning his quest to do something great. "Sevarint the Great they'll call me! Haha, I can see them now, all admiring how brave and wonderful good ole Sevarint is. Maybe I'll find a whole new place! What do you think?" he questions a rock as he skips past.
"I think that if you dance around blabbering so loudly, you must be a moron." A speckled Usul sitting on a hollow log remarked.
"Who asked you? I'm Sevarint the Great, and I can do whatever I wanna!" The Kougra poked his tongue out at the odd Neopet on the log.
"Well, Oh Great One, everyone knows wild Lupes hunt at night. It's almost dark and there you are screeching like a Jubjub that just saw a Swamp Ghoul!"
"Geez... sorry..." Sevarint murmurred, his mood ruined by the Usul's blunt logic. "Who are you, anyway?"
"The name's Jasminnee. You can call me Jas. I live here." She replied, standing up. "What are you doing around here? You look like a tame pet to me."
"Well Jas, nobody's wilder than old Sevarint. Don't be fooled!" Sevarint swelled out his skinny chest.
"Oh, I won't, believe me." Jas sighed. This kid would need a lot of help surviving out here. "Why do they call you Sevarint the Great? You don't look so great to me... you're scruffy, scrawny, and too little to be anything near great. Even your name is dumb! It's unoriginal."
Sevarint stared at the ground, looking hurt. "I'm named after one of the disciples of the Techo Master... And I'm gonna be just as strong as Sevarin, even stronger than Ryshu the Nimmo!"
"So that's why you're great?" Jas raised an eyebrow.
"No... I'm not really great yet, but I'm gonna be! I'll be a legend among Neopians someday!"
"Good to hear it, Sevarint. Tell you what. How about if you agree to have something to eat at my place, so when you're great I can say I knew you." Jas offered to the young Kougra. Her real plan was to give him a place to stay the night so he wouldn't get devoured by Lupes. "C'mon, it's over this way."
"Well... I'm fairly busy, but I'll agree to that. Just this once, though!" Sevarint swelled with pride, strutting proudly after the Usul.
Jas nodded. "OK. Just this once."
A large hollow tree stands alone, a monarch amid the vast stillness of the plains. This is Jas' home. Inside the tree, it's surprisingly warm and cozy. In one corner is a stone fireplace, with a bright, cheering fire glowing merrily, a cauldron of delicious-smelling stew boiling over it. A neatly made bed and overstuffed easy chair sit by a bookshelf in the other. At the centre of the room stands a polished wooden table with two chairs. Jas and Sevarint enter, chatting quietly.
"Here we are, Sevarint. Home sweet home. Sit down at the table and I'll grab us some grub!" Jas called over her shoulder as she rummaged around the room. Sevarint obeyed, savouring the aroma of the stew. Finally, Jas pulled out two stone bowls and wooden spoons. She gave one of each to Sevarint. "The food's in the cauldron. Help yourself."
"Do you live here all by yourself?" Sevarint asked as he ladled stew into his bowl.
"Yep. Lived with some other pets for a while, but got sick of 'em. Guess I'm a bit of a hermit... Don't like crowds much." Jas nodded.
"Oh..." Sevarint, unsure what to say, sat down and started eating. "Mmm... this is scrumptious! What is it?"
Jas grinned mysteriously. "Trust me, you don't wanna know!" Sevarint was about to badger her into telling when he found what looked suspciously like a tail and decided he was better off not knowing. He quickly chomped down the rest of the stew and settled back in his chair, patting his full stomach. "Thanks for the food, Jas..."
"It was nothing." Replied the Usul as she cleared away the dishes. "...Say, Sevarint, exactly how are you gonna become a legend? I've heard of a Zafara that was a legend because of winning the Beauty Contest many times with awesome images, and of a Shoyru being a legend because of being so strong and having a very rich and well known owner, but a scrawny little Kougra who's got no rich and artistic owner..." Jas trailed off. There was no reply from Sevarint, who had fallen alseep. "...Hm. Good idea. I could use some shut eye myself." Jas transferred Sevarint to the bed, then snuggled down into the easy chair. "G'nite, Sevarint." With that, she fell asleep.
"I think that if you dance around blabbering so loudly, you must be a moron." A speckled Usul sitting on a hollow log remarked.
"Who asked you? I'm Sevarint the Great, and I can do whatever I wanna!" The Kougra poked his tongue out at the odd Neopet on the log.
"Well, Oh Great One, everyone knows wild Lupes hunt at night. It's almost dark and there you are screeching like a Jubjub that just saw a Swamp Ghoul!"
"Geez... sorry..." Sevarint murmurred, his mood ruined by the Usul's blunt logic. "Who are you, anyway?"
"The name's Jasminnee. You can call me Jas. I live here." She replied, standing up. "What are you doing around here? You look like a tame pet to me."
"Well Jas, nobody's wilder than old Sevarint. Don't be fooled!" Sevarint swelled out his skinny chest.
"Oh, I won't, believe me." Jas sighed. This kid would need a lot of help surviving out here. "Why do they call you Sevarint the Great? You don't look so great to me... you're scruffy, scrawny, and too little to be anything near great. Even your name is dumb! It's unoriginal."
Sevarint stared at the ground, looking hurt. "I'm named after one of the disciples of the Techo Master... And I'm gonna be just as strong as Sevarin, even stronger than Ryshu the Nimmo!"
"So that's why you're great?" Jas raised an eyebrow.
"No... I'm not really great yet, but I'm gonna be! I'll be a legend among Neopians someday!"
"Good to hear it, Sevarint. Tell you what. How about if you agree to have something to eat at my place, so when you're great I can say I knew you." Jas offered to the young Kougra. Her real plan was to give him a place to stay the night so he wouldn't get devoured by Lupes. "C'mon, it's over this way."
"Well... I'm fairly busy, but I'll agree to that. Just this once, though!" Sevarint swelled with pride, strutting proudly after the Usul.
Jas nodded. "OK. Just this once."
A large hollow tree stands alone, a monarch amid the vast stillness of the plains. This is Jas' home. Inside the tree, it's surprisingly warm and cozy. In one corner is a stone fireplace, with a bright, cheering fire glowing merrily, a cauldron of delicious-smelling stew boiling over it. A neatly made bed and overstuffed easy chair sit by a bookshelf in the other. At the centre of the room stands a polished wooden table with two chairs. Jas and Sevarint enter, chatting quietly.
"Here we are, Sevarint. Home sweet home. Sit down at the table and I'll grab us some grub!" Jas called over her shoulder as she rummaged around the room. Sevarint obeyed, savouring the aroma of the stew. Finally, Jas pulled out two stone bowls and wooden spoons. She gave one of each to Sevarint. "The food's in the cauldron. Help yourself."
"Do you live here all by yourself?" Sevarint asked as he ladled stew into his bowl.
"Yep. Lived with some other pets for a while, but got sick of 'em. Guess I'm a bit of a hermit... Don't like crowds much." Jas nodded.
"Oh..." Sevarint, unsure what to say, sat down and started eating. "Mmm... this is scrumptious! What is it?"
Jas grinned mysteriously. "Trust me, you don't wanna know!" Sevarint was about to badger her into telling when he found what looked suspciously like a tail and decided he was better off not knowing. He quickly chomped down the rest of the stew and settled back in his chair, patting his full stomach. "Thanks for the food, Jas..."
"It was nothing." Replied the Usul as she cleared away the dishes. "...Say, Sevarint, exactly how are you gonna become a legend? I've heard of a Zafara that was a legend because of winning the Beauty Contest many times with awesome images, and of a Shoyru being a legend because of being so strong and having a very rich and well known owner, but a scrawny little Kougra who's got no rich and artistic owner..." Jas trailed off. There was no reply from Sevarint, who had fallen alseep. "...Hm. Good idea. I could use some shut eye myself." Jas transferred Sevarint to the bed, then snuggled down into the easy chair. "G'nite, Sevarint." With that, she fell asleep.