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Craylor has a minion!

Opus the Dreemir

Craylor
Legacy Name: Craylor

The

Dusk Dillema
Owner: ~~Silvery~~

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 4 weeks

Born: September 10th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 10th, 2009 (Legacy)

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 13
Strength: 33
Defense: 22
Speed: 18
Health: 18
HP: 18/18
Intelligence: 88
Books Read: 86
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Register Supervisor

She closed her eyes and clung tight. Traveling through the Reverie* was becoming easier under the big blue leupak's* tutelage, but the waking transition was still uncomfortable. She felt her stomach lurch as they went through the "doorway." She waited for the stillness and then three breaths more.

She slid off the leupak and stumbled as her feet hit ground sooner than they should have. She opened her eyes. It was dark. It shouldn't have been dark. She noticed her hand still on Craylor's shoulder; the leathery skin felt wrong. Her eyes slowly adjusted and she found she was surrounded by wooden crates. The floor beneath her feet was rolling slightly - they were on a ship! Why were they on a ship? And it was a sea ship, not the air ship.

She walked forward toward a porthole and looked out. The ship was moored at a dock, but she didn't recognize it. It definitely wasn't Axl* or Jetersborough*. It also wasn't Liasse*. Could it be Hel*? Or Schalle* or Aensdoun*? She didn't think so. Everything was strange. The people moving about were just... different. She couldn't understand the bits of conversation she caught. Ciere* and Degregorious* were in the sky, yet something was wrong.

She turned to her companion and gasped. The leupak wasn't a leupak. He had shrunk. He had wings. His tail was a stub. Horns had replaced the earfins. There was no facet on the forehead. The only thing the same was the blue. And the belly. The belly was still very round. Wait. Was that a... button?

"Craylor...?" she asked incredulous. He looked at her and nodded in reply. A rat crawled up onto the "leupak's" shoulder.

"Where are we?"