Itelaxia are a creation of Naeva and are found at Cherry Blossom Dreams. Please don't steal mine! A desert sun is suddenly toasting your hair, hot, but somehow pleasantly so. The sand beneath your feet is fine and beige, and crusted over like snow. The heat penetrates even the soles of your shoes, but again, it's not terribly uncomfortable. Squinting your eyes into the distance, you think you can spot several low dunes crouched in the otherwise flat landscape. With nothing else to do, you decide to take a look. Less than half an hour later, you examine the sandy hills with rather sleepy interest- the heat makes you want to curl up and take a nap. You stretch and take a few more steps forward into the dunes, hoping to find something interesting to see. Your wish is granted when, peering over the crest of one of the larger hills, you are confronted with a long, furry muzzle in your face. A surprised voice says, "Oh! I'm sorry! Are you a visitor?" You scramble back from the duneside, and survey the slim, vulpine creature who sits down on the top. Her coat is pale creamy-white, marked with a tracery of thin lavender stripes, and her head is cocked in curiosity at you. Leggy and athletic-looking, she seems ready to spring into action at any moment, though she has almost an aura of peacefulness about her as well. "Hello there, I'm Syrinx, one of Emera's Itelaxia friends." Seeing your confusion at the unfamiliar word, she hurries to explain. "Itelaxia are a race of sentient, foxlike creatures accidentally created by a sorcerer seeking to make a familiar for himself. We've made a home for ourselves in this desert, and Emera often employs us as messengers! I, myself, am a cleric as well." A muffled exclamation behind her draws your attention to another, similar face furred in coppery-red that pops out from a concealed den entrance below Syrinx's tail. The newcomer is small and cheery-faced, with a few bits of turqouise jewelry setting off his coat and a small panpipe hung about his neck. "Hallo, traveler!" he all but chirps, then noses aside Syrinx's tail impatiently to scramble out of the den. Syrinx rolls her eyes, but grins tolerantly and draws the male to her side with a long paw. "This is Rafe, my mate," she explains. "And I'm a bard, if you couldn't tell from the pipes," he chips in, bringing them up to his muzzle and blowing a few delicate notes. "Glad to have met you, stranger!" Back to Main

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