A fence within a fence within a fence....you stand before a tiny circle of stones, perhaps no larger thenseven feet by five feet. It is no doubt easily crossed over by any creature in the orchard, except perhaps the shaenels, but they could sinply fly out. The little corral is half-shaded by a carefully placed wooden board, and under it you can see a bowl of milk and...a strange ball of soft blue fur. As the ball of blue fur starts to uncrul, you see the ligher patches of blue across its fur. Two button-black eyes peer out at you, a contrast to the soft, fluffy ears and tail. The creature is vaguely goat-like. It prances up to you and chirrups slighly, obviously expecting a treat or a pat. Not having a treat on you, you rub it lightly on the head. She sniffs your hand in curiousity. You give the creaturee one last pat and head away. Beofre you can leave, however, another creature, this one wakling toward you, meets your eye. White definiately leaning toward a feline build, the horse hooves, snout, and fox tail hint that the creature is not a cat, although the brilliant chrome coloration is a dead giveaway. He stares at you for a few minutes, two white cat eyes unblinking. You came to see Lijenit? "What?" Lijenit. Lie-jen-it. The Lorri. "Oh, I guess." Okay. Be careful-nice please.
Lorri from Loriam
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