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First Meeting The weight of his quest weighed heavily on Carbery’s shoulders as his eyes surveyed his surroundings. The forest had given way to open plains, shadowed by imposing mountains that loomed ominously on the horizon beneath cobalt skies. Great ripples of wind brushed softly in waves across the amber grassland, watched by wispy clouds that hung lazily in the blue void above. Finding himself far from his home, he struggled to tear his thoughts away from his cabin and the life he had left behind him. “Wonder if Meilin is taking good care of the place” Carbery groaned wistfully. The distant cries of an eagle drew his senses back to reality with the gentle rush of wind over his broad ears. Behind him followed Luca, ever faithful and full of energy. His tiny paws moved furiously to keep up with Carbery’s broad strides as he yipped and barked at the antlers of distant residents of the plains who eyed the travelers with Apprehension. His destination was far and Carbery knew

S-1: Seasonal Lightbringers The lazy spring mornings at the cabin had begun to wear heavily on Cassie’s mind as she gazed longingly at her pomu lantern. The blue lantern, draped in purple ribbons and hand painted by the young kittom’s own fair paw drifted wistfully to and fro in the breeze that whisked through the boughs of the forest indefatigably through the gray streaked boughs and over the auburn ferns. The forest surrounding Spike's Cabin was especially calm, bordered with rows of ferns as white Bellmoril birch trees rose high in columns and off into the distance like rows of tall soldiers protecting the small clearing in which the adventuring elnin had made his home and allowed the two Kittoms to lodge at. Meditatively through the birdsong, Cassie’s thoughts drifted back towards the days with her grandmother, the faenin Cassiopeia whom she was named for. In her early life, her whimsical grandmother taught her to carefully trim the ribbons and the best paints to use, which

Wynter’s Chill, Part 2, A Trail Gone Cold Answering the summons to the palace had taken a great toll on Carbery. It had been some time since he had been around so many others of his kind and the booming voice of Queen Wynter rang fresh in his ears. He mulled over the situation as he trudged through snow layered thick upon the forest floor in great ripples. As he raised his head towards the barren boughs of the forest and ran his open palm through the chilly morning air, Carbery began to see the truth in what the queen had said. It had been a long winter. Breathing deep he mused; While his forest had been bountiful, his isolation had left him blinkered and inattentive, but this new knowledge breathed fresh air on the embers of his thoughts and it became clear that the Eitravens had been scarce indeed. The sounds of birds singing had grown quieter as he travelled and the rich game of the woods seemed to be avoiding the area’s essence as if nature itself felt tremors in the

RQ-SU-1 - Oasis In the days following Fu’s rescue of the lost kittom by the Oasis, Fu had become something of a sensation among the caravan. Much to her chagrin, many nin had visited her and Loki in their carriage to hear the story, with Loki growing more and more irritated as his reading time was interrupted. The two kittoms found themselves looking forward to reaching the next leg of their journey, but gradually became more at ease in the desert. Members of the caravan had fashioned Fu some desert attire, with her thicker garments serving little purpose in the searing heat. A soft, veiled cap adorned her head, covering her white ears while loose fabrics flowed out across her back. It was much cooler and provided great relief for the snow-loving kittom. In the long Ahzan days, the sun would beat down upon the caravan which trundled along between towering mounds of sand. Trillions of golden grains intersparsed with bleached bones while curled clouds drifted lazily in the azure

RQ- B 0 - Lost Kittom Rescue It had been some days since the caravan in which Fu and Loki travelled had crossed into Ahza. After passing through the mountains on the border, Fu mused and thought on the scenery, as though passing through the teeth of a great creature only to be greeted by the searing heat of the sun. It bathed down on her white coat through the window of the caravan as she took the curtain in her paws and drew it sharply. “My reading light!” Cried Loki, who eyed Fu with contempt momentarily before softening his gaze. Realising the situation, he shut his tome and padded over towards his friend and regarded her with compassion. “I- I didn’t mean that.” His tone both apologetic and matter of fact, he uncorked a bottle of water and offered it to his sweltering companion. While Loki felt her discomfort, there was little he could do or say other than try to keep Fu comfortable until they reached Bejali. The carriage jostled and swayed, wooden walls furnished with soft