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Mirrari placed the sign up. His head cocked to the side as he looked at the scratchy handwriting. He wasn't very good at it, but thats what Mama Altos wanted, thats what she was going to get. All his chores were done! Now he could go play. He hitched up his oversized shorts and belt before stepping away from the door way.

"Ohhh..." The little Rito boy bumped into a passing Goron, "So, sorry boy." The goron was a little far away from home! The great stonelike being squinted at the sign and then patted his blonde fluffy head before lumbering into the building; leaving a slightly perlexed youngling behind staring silently after him.

Tatiana flickered to and fro, hesitating amongst the rocks. She wanted to greet someone, interact, but the little fae had no idea of how to even begin. Not wanting to look foolish standing still, she slipped through the air to a building with a scrap of a boy tending a sign. When the boy was distracted with the bump of another, Tatiana dashed forward and slipped into the building to see what could appease her curiosity.

Potions? The witchling fairy smiled to herself. She knew a thing or two about potions. From under a chair she eyeballed the bottles. Hmm, these were no good. Sure that bottle could heal wounds or that bottle could give someone energy, but that was no fun.

Deciding to amend this mundane shelf, Tatiana made quick work of shifting a few labels around, darting here and there so as not to be seen. When she finished with the one shelf, she shuffled towards the window.

A surprising cry was heard, and the witchling peered outside. Still feeling a bit mischevious, she decided to at least inspect to see what things she might stir. She spotted a strange creature indeed, loud and white. Thinking back to the bored little boy, Tatiana figured he needed a good adrenaline rush. Perhaps he scared easily?

"I know one whom might wish to play." She cooed to the strange ghost like creature, "Just down this way."

Whinnie looks straight at the boy assuming he spoke exposing her one eye. "I want to play. No one ever plays with Whinnie. Will you run away?" She says floating over to the boy. "Just down which way?"

The near-white downy feathered boy stood stock still for the moments as she came up to him.

"I-i-if, it-t-t pleases you," He spoke nervously, "I-I like t-t-to play." His slow speech belied something more than just fright, but was lost by his twitching demeanor and obvious affect that the ghost had upon him. Then when he could tear his eyes away, he glanced at the other.

"I do," He replied simply, "I am. Live here." He waved a hand vaguely behind him towards the building the goron had entered previously.

The white boy worked at the shop? Oops. Oh well.

"From nowhere?" Tatiana looked back at the apparition, "Doesn't sound very exciting."

She fluttered down by them again, feeling a bit more comfortable now that she had spoken more than one sentence with the odd pair, "Isn't there a mountain near here? Perhaps we could all wander up that way and see what lies there." The fae was always up for discovering something new.

Whinnie sighs," Its not, it a horrible, depressing place. I live and wallow in it." She then notices what she is talking about," That place a death trap full of spikes and evil apparitions with glowing red eyes that always watch you. Always watch. Always watch." She turns back to the boy with a smile," I am Whinnie, I am very happy to meet you Mirrari. You too thing I am happy to meet you both. I don't know what a explora' is though."

((I think Lady logged out so We'll continue I guess ^^ ))

Mirrari gulps and then smiles his birdlike grin. "L-l-lets go! I go get my cit-t-t-tern and food," Mirrari moved his sturdy little bird legs as fast as he could possibly go. He tumbled and a loud voice yelped. He was shoved out the door with a sour face a few moments later.

In his hand he carried a large sack, his cittern strapped to his back and trusty slingshot in its holster.

"Got-t-t-a get-t mushrooms while w-we play," His voice had a surly ring to it and his graceful eyebrows hung a little low on his brow, one physical attribute signifying his annoyance.

"Mushrooms?" Tatiana blinked, then gave a shrug. She considered both newfound companions to be a bit odd, so she marked off his strange habits as being normal for him. As she flitted down the road, Tatiana turned around and floated backwards to face the two, "I know mushrooms grow as a part of nature, but whatever use would you have for them?"

Considering he worked at the potion shop, she could only guess it was for some sort of concoction. Not bothering to really consider it any further, however, her mind skimmed over it, as it often did skimmed over many things, "Hey, think the volcano will erupt while we visit?" She gave a grin, hoping for a reaction of some sort.