Wildrose Meadow

Entering a meadow full of wild roses you see many deer and wild animals grazing on the lush grass and drinking from the clear stream flowing through the land. Some of the animals run away when they see you. Or they just pick up there heads, look at you, and go back to eating. Walking by some of the roses, the stems tease your skin, but you notice they don't have any spines to hurt you. They come in many colors; blue, purple, red, yellow, white, and some others that you can't put a color to. You decide to pick a few to take with you. On the farside of the meadow is a little silver, gold, and burgandy animal playing in the leaves. It seems to be batting at a leaf, and then tossing it into the air.

When you walk up to him, the odd creature gets up and gives you a strange look. "Hello? You visitor?" You nod your head, guessing that you were the visitor around here. "Good! Me Sinon! Me play with Pah'llocks!" Guessing that Sinon means that he is going to play with a Pah'llock that might come and live in this meadow. You bend down and play "hand in the leaves" with him. After a while of playing with him he wants to show you around the meadow.

"Come visitor,"he says as he bounds off into the meadow. You follow him, while he hyperly runs around telling you were everything is. Sometimes he would disappear in the long soft grass, then all you would see is the tip of his tail bobbing along. "This my burrow want come in?"As he runs in into it.

His small face pokes out of the entrance,"Me forget that you big." You nod and smile. But when you look away, Sinon pounces on you. "Got you!" He yells, and then jumps off. "You not go. You play. Or I show you other place. Look," As he points off in a direction. You see a distant meadow. "There more,"Sinon says as he pounces on a grasshopper. You think to yourself, should I go or should I head back? He wags his tail impationtly on the ground while you make your decsion. Thats when something catches your attention.

A feeling urges you to go into the deeper brush of the forest. It pulls you twards a narled oak tree. At the base, something watches you. You notice the Pah'llock's scared coat of white and grey. The stallion notices your gaze and looks down. His eyes shine with a light of sadness for only and instant, almost to make time itself stand still. The horned head of the stallion lifts up and he nods to you. "Haram Salu visitor. Yom Ash'kabino. Your tounge is still strange to me." Ash'kabino bows before rearing up and letting out a trumpeting neigh. When his cloven hooves strike the ground, you shake with an unknow force, fogging your vision. When you sight returns, the stallion is gone. Leavin only a small jewel behind.