Faun decided to let the wind guide her to any nearby flower patch. So when the winds from the mountains brushed past her sensitive nose, she followed them to the Valley of the Caves. Normally the fauns did not travel to this valley as they don't really like being underground and can't see a reason to want to be. "Ugh - caves!" Faun thought as she traveled past the first of the caves in the mountain side. It was then that she caught a whiff of a daisy. "Theres one. Now to find it," she told herself. As she came around a group of large boulders and a few fallen trees, she spotted the daisy patch. Smiling to herself, she plucked a petal and slowly chewed on it before swallowing. "Just right," she thought as she pulled out her map of the valley and marked the spot for others to be able to find the patch.
"Ah... no. I thought they were wild and just need a few for something I am baking up for my friends. Is it okay if I have some?" Allspice asked the faun. The look that Allspice had as if he was a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar made Faun laugh before she answered. "No, these are wild and are available to anyone. My name is Faun. Do you live near here?" Allspice smiled at the faun and also introduced himself. "I am Allspice and my kitchen is in that big cave over there," he told her as he pointed to one of the caves on the mountainside. Would you like to see my kitchen?" Faun just shuddered thinking of being underground so she politely declined. "Well, I must be getting back to my kitchen. It was a pleasure to meet you Faun," Allspice said as he started back to his cave while the faun watched him go. It was then that Faun noticed some other movement in the bushes near another cave. As she watched, there appeared a young Dragon! Now Faun had met Dree earlier and knew what the Dragon looked like. Then just as quickly she realized something. "That's not Dree!"
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"My identification code she called it! Indeed!" grumbled Faun thinking back to that moment. "She must have found something because before I know it a sticky tag is placed on the back of my neck and another tag is tied to my left arm. Then I am taken away from the only face I have known (Lesley's) and made to stand in a room full of other strange creatures," continued Faun to the now growing group of listeners.
The ones that many of the 'outies' were oooohhing and ahhhing over were the ones created with masks on their faces. I did hear something being said about what a fun theme a Venetian Carnival was going to be this year. There was one character there that had every element of his outfit from his hair to his boots that were totally handmade. Didn't sound very reasonable to me, but they were strangers after all. Soon there was an 'outie' with a piece of paper walking around making scribbles on it and talking about how that was a whole category by itself. Don't ask me what she meant. As everyone knows, 'outies' are a little different." Several of the older fauns nodded their head in agreement. "Then for a little while all of the 'outies' left and I had my chance to talk to some of the others. It did not take long to find out that they had traveled like me - wrapped up and in the dark. One even said that she had been wrapped in an old towel and stuffed into a bag with handles. The nerve of these 'outies'," grumbled Faun to the tribe of listeners.
Looking over the small crowd of fauns that were listening to the story about her adventure and seeing the sun about to go down, Faun realized that she needed to end her tale soon or she would miss her chance to still go out and pluck more daisies.
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