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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=lightgreen]"I am Mirithal."[/color]

Mirithal allowed himself to be pulled.  Keeping up with the tiny girl that led him.  He would on occasion look at his surroundings from time to time but otherwise focused on his new friend.  Or atleast he hoped she was what soft barks called friends.  It seemed like something he could use.  [color=lightgreen]"Thank you Tania."[/color]  He said at the beginning of their trek but it turned out for something so slow and dull witted, he did seem to speak alot.  [color=lightgreen]"I have many questions Tania.  Most of them about you.  How did you get the Sanctary?  How long have you been?  Are there others like you?  This one would like to meet them."[/color]

He waited a few moments, then put a finger to his chin in an obvious mockery of what he thought soft barks do when they have to think of something.  [color=lightgreen]"Or will I have to play a game per question?"[/color]  It was a very poor attempt at humor, in essence trying to bond.

The Sanctuary seemed so dark even with the lantern lights until they were out of the hallways of the interior.  The exterior proved to much more colorful, and welcoming.  It seemed the theme would always set around whatever was a major place.  The Libraries had grand archways and places for sitting.  The greathall had wider hallways and so many doors leading to other parts of the place.  The walk ways that overlooked the valleys seemed almost alive and decorated considering the statuesque automatons that stood watch.  Mirithal eyes seemed to glaze, shimmer, a little grape or some fruit popping off of him in excitement.