Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine…=D

Thanks Wild Magelet for the advice! I'll try to lengthen my chapters.=J

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As Numair continued to toil over his unknown creation, a crowd began to gather around his door: of course they were around it, because there was a protective shield of his magic covering it. They watched in awe as the mages creation grew, and grew, and grew. When it was about the size of a loaf of bread, it resembled a series of pulleys, each with a bucket on end. The buckets contained some substance that changed from color to color and texture to texture.

His audience watched silently as the odd substance changed from short, coarse fur to patches of soft yellow dandelions, to more and more things, never repeating the thing same twice. Some thought it disgusting, for they thought nothing should have the power to mimic everything. Others thought differently; they wondered what it would be like if they could harness such power. Something that could do this must be able to other things. And, yet again, more thoughts went around, such as curiousness, or loveliness. Little did they know that these different opinions also had much power, too.

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As Alanna prepared to her horse and supplies for herself, George did the same for himself. This time he was going to go with his wife, instead of letting her go off by herself all the time. He always missed her, and he didn't want to lose a moment of their time if he could help it. Anyways, it wasn't like he was going to be gone for that long. Only about a week or so.

The farewells took longer than usual, though. It was not often that George Cooper left his home and children. So, after he saw to all three twice (they had gotten in line twice), he and his wife mounted their horses and set off for the Castle. They wanted to see if anyone else knew of these strange mists.

Since it would take them about three or more days fast riding, they (at least George) would have only a couple of days stay. Then he would have to return home to the rest of his family.

On their way through a forest they found many other magic "blobs", as they came to call them, hovering in the same direction as themselves. Once they stopped to examine one of them. Alanna, not thinking, put her hand in front of one, but all it did was slide through it. George had thought he would have a heart attack, seeing his wife touch an unknown substance. Having been a thief, he was all too paranoid, though it did save him on occasions.

So on they rode, not stopping anymore for the blobs. They wanted to hurry towards their destination. Maybe this was just some experiment of the King and Queens, she thought, though she doubted it. The least they could do would be to confirm that the blobs were coming from as far as Pirates Swoop, maybe farther.

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Daine was happily grazing with the herd when, all of a sudden, one of the ponies bit her on the neck. The surprise made her jump into another form. The gray pony now towered over her, and she realized how huge she was. So she took flight into the nearest tree, careful not to scrape her new wound on any branches. Now that she was with her own kind once again, she chattered with them. Talking about their latest gatherings were the best way to spend time.

Probably because she was preoccupied, Daine hadn't notice a light shadow on her mind grow even lighter. If someone had cared to watch that small flock of sparrows in that lonesome tree, they would have notices a slight black mist coming from one of its occupants. Most likely, though, not many people would care to watch.

As Daine the Bird went on listening to the chirps of her flock, feeling at home as ever, she felt the group's wings shift. In a moments notice, all members took flight. Heading northeast, Diane chanced a look back. With a slight thud heard by no one else, she fell to the grassy edge of the castle.

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As she came to, Daine found yet another towering figure right above her. It seemed to be one of those two-leggers, maybe a younger one. She had raven-black hair, and was stooping down to examine her.

Princess Kalasin reached for the sparrow and scooped her up. She held out her outer skirts and placed the small bird there. She then carefully walked back towards her home, all the while gently caressing the sparrow in her skirts.

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Sorry! I hope that it's not too short or boring! Please tell me if it is. This is my first tamora fanfic =J