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Keelin examined it closely. "yes yes, I think it is. And something so lively and growing in such a dead, digusting and putrid place, it has to be it!" She took out a small knife. "Now, I had a few lessons from Pan on how to cut herbs exactly right so let me help you." She carefully took the knife to the herb preserving the plant as carefully as possible. "We don't want to take the root because they are endangered and we need them to grow again and flourish." She handed the pulpit to Chael. "There you go. It's your find so you take it to them. I am sure they will be very pleased!"

Everett shook his head. "Wrong, you are. Stating that you are a little better than Wyrm, I am. Still annoying, you are," Everett hooted, following paths. He came to a point where two roads joined. "Right path, we are on."

((Eh? Gambino's Casino?))

((I already rped Paige finding it. I thought that would be the easiest way))

Keelin kept the flower. "oh i guess you are all hooves, it would be rather difficult for you to carry this in your mouth and I have an extra bag to put this in." She put it in a bag not occupied by anything but ....a wine flask?! "Um um yeah, how did this get here?!" She looked slightly embarassed. "hehe, well geuss this can go somewhere else."

Eventually she was situated. "Come on Pook we are ready to go back!" He was still grazing on some rotted vegetation.

"BRoDDEN!? Ders dods ob broddened here!!" He jumped up and down. "Bwun da sday, bwill comb datter. Grewbed up bere joo know!" He turned an opposite direction.

"Alright, it's your loss, come whenever your ready but you will miss out if the firebird is dead." She cringed at having to use this disgusting logic but it was necessary sometimes with Pook. Besides, Pandara would kill her if she found Keelin left Pook in the middle of the swamp to fend for himself. Sure he was a mudge but a rather domesticated one.

Pook's eyes got big and his tail started wagging. "Bwodden, dead an bwoson!! Yumb yumb!" He followed.

((I think Pandara needs to write down the mudge language and post it as she creates it so that everyone can use it, lol Of course, half the fun is figuring out what he's saying.))

Keelin agreed, took a swig of the wine and set forth on the journey. Pook hopped up on her shoulder for the ride. "I want to wash myself in a clear pond or stream and gallop on firm ground." She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "I am never comming here again if I can help it. NEVER!" She started to head down the trail.

"well well, now all of a sudden you DO like me don't you!?" She snickered. "Alright, I will help you I suppose, but you promised to give me shinies!! Remember that, I may act ditzy but I am not stoopid." She looked a bit confused for a second. "Now, fine mess you gotten yourself into Featha' dusta'.... how to get you out without getting stuck myself...." She got a stick and flew back up and tried poking the vines loose. "This may hurt a bit, you may loose some beloved feathas!"

((Yup, leave it. I think Psycho is still out there somewhere, no? :/ Everyone is supposed to find one pulpit. And your posts are green. Where better to hide something just as green. Though next time I think I make the image a bit smaller and more hideable. Although the one that was on page 4 was there a week before someone found it, hehe. And yes.. I know I'm twisted...))

edit: ((um... oops.. forgot I was on CE's mule. That's Eftemie, everyone.))