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[Cornflower MM]

Arya's eyes grew stormy and she growled. "Excuse me? This is just a way to get rid of me, isn't it? ISN'T IT?" She shrieked. Then she folded her paws, waiting.

[The Skarzs]

"You don't want me to go." Garth said simply. "I'll tell Lumian. . ."

[Cornflower MM]

"Take me with you." Arya bargained.

[The Skarzs]

"Sure! I'll carry you on my back the entire way!" Garth let his sarcasm show, then sighed. "Look, Arya. . . If it wasn't for Lumian, you might not have a leg anymore. The least we can do to thank him is do this favor, as well as having the fruits of his labor actually bloom. You need to stay here and heal; you're in no shape to travel."

[Cornflower MM]

"Oh, you are impossible! Fine. I'll stay. But, marks my words, you'll regret this."  Arya said, somewhat angrily.

[The Skarzs]

"I'll be back," Garth promised.

[Cornflower MM]

"If you say so." Arya mumbled, then sighed.

[The Skarzs]

Garth, with some help from Lumian, got his pack stocked. The hermit mouse handed him the map. "It'll take anywhere from two to three days to get there from here. Be smart, and remember the names." Garth said them over in his head, then out loud. He went to Arya to say goodbye, but could only stand awkwardly in silence.

[Cornflower MM]

"Well? Are you just going to stand there, or what?" The squirrelmaid asked, her eyes more of a sea blue now.

[The Skarzs]

"I'll see you in a few days; get well." He didn't feel like saying any more, and turned out of the room and out the door.

OOC: Time skip?

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Yeah. You wanna do it?

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Yep; he'll be at Noonvale, now, three days later.

BIC: Garth stood on an oak limb at the edge of a clearing, looking down at a little town; according to the map, this was Noonvale. Jumping down from the trees, Garth began walking toward the quaint group of buildings. Creatures greeted him cordially, not getting many visitors, they said. The squirrel told them he was doing a favor for someone, and asked for Druner, Umsha, and Ingle.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Well, whatcha waitin' for? An invitation?!?

[The Skarzs]

OOC: I edited it in.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Yes, but that was AFTER I posted. Yeesh!

BIC: Arya was comfortably eating a scone, piled high with meadowcream and raspberry jam, idly wondered why Lumian was taking so long gathering a few sticks of firewood. Suddenly, she heard laughter, evil laughter, and an agonized screech. She struggled upright and began hobbling towards the door, grimacing at every step, when suddenly she smelled smoke, and whirled. The back of the cottage was on fire! With a gasp, she hobbled over to the remaining fire wood and threw it aside, rrevealing the trap door that the wood had been hiding and which Lumian had shown her the day Garth left, just in case. Throwing the door open, she went inside, shut the door, and started crawling along the tunnel.