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Day 5 Roll 1

Roll 1 - Blue Flower

Roll 2 - No flower found

Roll 3 - Pink Flower

Roll 4 - No flower found

Roll 5 - No flower found

Roll 6 - Pink Flower

Roll 7 - No flower found

Roll 8 - No flower found

Roll 9 - Purple Flower

Roll 10 - Red Flower

Roll 11 - Blue Flower

Roll12 - Blue Flower

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Betty Bay was so excited to of use in the flower festival. She had arrived so late that she had though for sure she would not get to do much. But this was more then she could ask for. Skipping back in to the open meadow in search of more flowers she wondered what more she would find in out her.

Two white peaceful butterflies flutter pass her and on to a group of blue flowers. "Well thank you." She said to them as the kiss the flowers but flutter way unsatisfied with the nectar form those flowers. Walking over the the blue flowers Betty picks them and manages to grab two at one time. "Great a two for one deal." She thought happily as she took the flowers back.

Not stopping to chit chat with the nice dire rat she head back out again. This time she went farther into the meadow to see if she could find something different. That's when she spots a very vibrant red flower and knows she has to have it. Skipping over she can see that is flower has big sharp thorns and is a little more caucuses then she was before. With her hoof she gently knocks the lower thorns form the stem so she does not have a repeat of earlier. Satisficed with the look of the stem she bends down and picks the flower for the dire rats collection.

Day 5 Roll 3

Roll 1 - Blue Flower

Roll 2 - No flower found

Roll 3 - Pink Flower

Roll 4 - No flower found

Roll 5 - No flower found

Roll 6 - Pink Flower

Roll 7 - No flower found

Roll 8 - No flower found

Roll 9 - Purple Flower

Roll 10 - Red Flower

Roll 11 - Blue Flower

Roll12 - Blue Flower

Roll 13 - Pink Flower

Roll 14 - No flower found

Day 5
Roll 2

Noticing a small bush with flowers he approached and found a Pink blossom laying on the ground as if awaiting him. He picked it up and continued looking for more blossoms.

This area seemed to have small bushes but most were bare of flowers. It is possible someone already came this way but he did not see anyone around.

He trotted towards the festival when a small branch fell almost in front of him. He stepped back in reflex only to recover and laugh. Looking up there was a tree and it must have broken off.

Continuing on he did not notice the red eyes glaring at him on one of the branches.

Taking a few steps another branch fell before him. He stepped over it and kept on walking. A few seconds later another one, and another.

Realizing this was not natural, Fiontan kept his pace and demeanor as natural as he could. He turned as if leaving the area but immediately back tracked and came up behind the tree.

Hiding behind a large bush he waited.

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Day 1
Red

Day 2
Pink
Pink

Day 3
Pink

Day 4
Pink
Red

Day 5
Pink

Only, to his surprise, the bird followed him with a lilting trill. He looked up with a laugh, and tried to skirt around the edges of the partygoers. "Enjoying the hunt?" he asked, though it certainly could neither understand nor respond. It seemed content to keep Guitian's company, though, and he ducked his way around a particularly broad tree so he and the bird could have a bit of peace. If they followed along this way, they would see fewer people...and perhaps more flowers?

Well, Guitian couldn't be so sure of that. There was a little brook running this way, though, and he leapt over it ambly. The bird could fly, so he had no worry there. Away from the press of the crowd, he could feel the ends of his mane lifting in the breeze. Perhaps if he moved toward this wind's origin, he'd find a clearing - these flowers did seem suited to them, though they grew on vines.

His pace was rewarded when he spotted a delicate blue bloom of just the right species. He wasn't the only one, either. The bird sang out, its tone rich and bright, and it took flight again.

"You're quick," he accused when he caught up to it by the tree, though he flicked his tail happily. It was standing - was that the correct word? - sideways upon the tree's trunk, its dextrous little feet gripping the bark for leverage. It didn't yank at the flower, though, as Guitian might have; instead it bit its way through the stem. Guitian positioned himself to catch it, though, and settled the new flower - blue was such an interesting color! - in his mane at a point of honor before turning back to his new companion.

Said companion was currently eating its way through that vine, though it had no shame when Guitian's eyes fell upon it. Well - he supposed this was the way of things, too. "I'm happy to wait," he said pragmatically.

Her walk had gone totally uncontested, and Minx arrived at the jasmine she'd spied from her hiding place. It was perfectly fragrant. A value plant for making a sought after tea. If she was able to liberate some of it she'd have more worthy trade fodder. In fact, she was already imagining what sort of loot she'd be able to net. Maybe something to make her lair extra cozy. Or a fancy new trinket. She hadn't had a nice new trinket in some time. As she perhaps settled on that, she finally arrived at the jasmine. She reached out and picked a nice sprig, stuffing it into her bag.

Inventory:
Purple
Purple
Red
Pink
Pink
Blue