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It was not difficult to find someone willing to talk. That didn't mean that the message these little blobs of fur conveyed came across at all clearly, though. They shouted and screamed over each other, zipping erratically through the air as they made their way over to Guiyue's general vicinity. It was a very high-pitched experience, and the tufts of fur made this particular alcove of Venido Canyon seem extremely crowded. "Sorry," Guiyue said. "...why don't you go first?" He picked one ...

Venido Canyon was awash with little black silhouettes tonight - but for now, it wasn't Guiyue's concern. When they'd talked last night, his sister had described fervently the strange affliction that had beset the Buckh Mountains' Lord Villoso, and then the Lightning Master on the coast. Ill tides approached, and a single elkh could have only one answer for that. So he took a detour to Venido Canyon, bringing sweet osmanthus and a dark pearl that glimmered in the moonlight. His little wisp, a ...