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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Sharon, Shalador[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima grinned broadly as she righted herself to her feet.  Satisfactory, that was all she could ever dream of being.  High praise indeed.  The little doggy tickled her heart with all of its honest joy.  She crouched down to show him her hands, that he might sniff them and gather her scent.  The way the small beast just danced and wiggled made Fatima want to just roll around in the dirt with the thing.  She had not anticipated the little voice which bounced its way into her mind though.

[i]'Do you tumble around a lot? Do you play fetch? Do you like telling stories?'[/i]

She stilled and looked around.  A small frown touched the corners of her lips for a mere moment.  She glanced at Thom despite knowing the words had not come from him.  She looked at Mikhail and then to Jandar.  Nope.  It had to be the dog.  She smiled warmly and stood, surveying the odd pair that had come into her camp.  [color=6E8E67]"I don't tumble as much as I used to, never played fetch, and I love telling stories.  Lots and lots and lots of stories," [/color]she said indulgingly.

Her two boys took this pause in the conversation to wax poetic on her attributes.  Jandar did his best to smooth her gravity-defying waves and make her look less like some wild thing from the depths of the woods.  It worked only a little.  [color=6E8E67]"Thanks mom,"[/color] she said with prodding humor and patted the dirt from her bottom.  She stuck her tongue out at Mikhail, [color=6E8E67]"You say unique like it's a bad thing.  Now get on, the lot of you.  There is packing to do and persons to roust and adventure to be..."[/color]

Xandar joined the group in the famously dramatic way only Xandar could make look cool and nonchalant.  She lifted her chin and pouted at him.  She made sure to cross her arms to complete the look.  [color=6E8E67]"You're going to scare them Xandar.  What penalty?  We make you breakfast?  It was time for you to be up anyway.  Enough grumping.  It's too early in the morning for grumping.  You know I would have thought I would smell cooking by now.  Bellinar has let us down, the brute.  Come on, all of you now.  Go go go."[/color]  She waved her hands at them... all of them.  She would have much preferred to speak to the boy and his dog singularly, for a moment.  Unfortunately, when one traveled in a pack there was little opportunity for there to be much one-ness.  She doubted there would be much of a chance any of her boys would let her talk to a stranger alone.  Even if the stranger was a child.  And especially if the "one of her boys" was Xandar.