The Garden... ....
You emerge from the woods, and find yourself in the most lovely of gardens. The air is sweet and clean, and the sky above is blue and littered with white, puffy clouds. The grass is tall, and the stems of the plants are strong and healthy. The many leaves are thick and glossy, and the flowers gleam with health in their bright colors. Various noises from the creatures of the forest are oddly soothing, and clusters of colorful butterflies flitter around the flowers, and into the bushes. A babbling brook nearby splashes up into the grass, and wets several of the rocks lining it. A small cottage nearby oddly draws your attention, and you walk towards it. There is a small sign tacked to the locked door.
" Welcome, travelling one! You have found the Meadow Of Memories! It is the home, to a Fliot from Fliots. A Fliot is a canine, with antelope like horns, either paws or hooves, occasionally both, and various markings, sometimes wings. They are very sweet, loyal creatures, and they love gardens to live in!"
You finish reading this note, and jump as the door to the cottage creaks open. You gulp and peer in. A somewhat large, white canine is sleeping on the bed, snoring lightly.
| Name | Vision |
| Species | Fliot |
| Gender | Female |
| Parents | Wild |
| Mate | None |
