Hi again, sorry for not updating for a while. I've been trying to work on assignments, but procrastination finally won through.

FF: 1. History: 0. :)

Also, the last joke I posted got no reviews…is this because the humour was a little too dark? I do understand that death is a touchy topic – if you have a real problem with those sorts of jokes, please let me know, and I won't post any more like it (although, of course, if you're drastically overruled by others you may have to simply stop reading…wow, that makes me sound so mean :S But hopefully you understand :) Anyway, feel free to PM me or review if you have something you want to say).

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Tanair had been a dreary place for the past few weeks, without even any interesting news from the capital. There was little to do for the ladies, except for the usual sewing and mending. With this is mind, Dovasary decided it was high time to go on a camping trip with Aly, her new maid, to show her the area around the Balitang's home.

They set up camp as night fell, before eating a quick dinner and going straight to bed. They fell asleep instantly, side by side.

In the middle of the night, a cool breeze brushed across Dove's face, waking her. Sitting up, the young girl shook Aly until she woke up.

"This had better be important," grumbled Aly as she propped herself up on one elbow. "I'm the god's messenger, and I need my beauty sleep to look the part."

Dove sighed and ignored her. "God's messenger," she asked, "look up and tell me what you see."

Ah, Dove's testing my knowledge, thought Aly, bemused. Wants to see if I know enough to be up to my job.

"Well," began Aly, "I can see millions of stars and a half-moon."

"And what does that mean?" prodded Dove.

"It means that the sky is clear, and so the winds will be favourable tomorrow. The half-moon indicates a perfect night for magecraft and alchemy. The clusters of stars each represent a god – see, that one's Kyprioth – and the stars which shine brightest are their eyes. The moon's glow is strong, so predators will be hunting in the shadows tonight, yet the kudarung, the little winged horses, will come out to play."

Aly turned triumphantly to Dove - who simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"No, Aly," she said, "it means that someone has stolen our tent!"