>>5470494>>5470510>>5470526>>5470599>>5470936>>5471228"Vendui?" You call out in Ilythiirra to nobody in particular. "Jaluss'udtila nym'uer ussta ssivah? F'sarn noamuth wun nindol taur." The flapping of wings from the canopy attracts your attention. Swooping down to a low-hanging branch more easy to view from your position is some sort of horrifically malformed bat-like creature. Assessing you with its piercing binocular vision, it rotates its head in a plainly terrifying manner before it speaks.
"HUMAN. WHY ARE YOU HERE? YOU ARE SCARING MY PREY." Human? You retch. The device that Willow gave you must be malfunctioning. Or could this creature merely be mistaken? How is it that any being with two functioning eyes could mistake you for a human? "I am no human," you politely correct. "I am Ilythiirra."
"HUMAN!" The creature insists. "WHY ARE YOU HERE." Grumbling in frustration as you run a hand through your hair, you soon come to realize why Willow divulged so few details from her conversation with the squirrel during your hunt; it was no small feat that she was able to extract any at all. The animals in the Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor were talkative, and, dare you say, colorful in a way that you could not fathom when you first read it. This creature, by contrast, is loud, rude, and horribly, horribly dull.
It occurs to you that you have never spoken with an animal before. As obvious as this truth may be, you find yourself unsure of where you should begin.
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