ETTING OME O LFANDRA

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Return to Sender part 1

Fengren sighed in pleasure and relaxed.

That is to say, he relaxed as much as possible while hanging in the branches of a tree.  He could get away with it, for his 12 inch, green and silver body weighed much less than most of his larger companions. They had to sun themselves on more stable surfaces.

Like the Ground, cold wet thing that it was.

So, Fengren relaxed in the top of a tree, concerned with nothing more that how he was going to scratch that itch between his wings.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard a sound.  A strange, almost inaudible sound.  It sounded kind of like "foop".  But it was a long way off, so he didn't concern himself with it too much.

"Mental note," he paused to yawn, "Investigate foop." Whatever that meant.

A few seconds later, he heard another one, this time a little closer, "Foop," then another closer.

"Scratch that, mental note: Investigate foopS." After all, so many strange things went on in Altfandria that little could actually be considered "strange."

The next thing he knew, he was being pulled straight up, out of his tree.

“What the…”

*Foop … Crunch*

“All right, whoever you are, you’re asking…” he trailed off.

For there was no one there.  Then he realized that he was lying in snow.  Very cold snow.

This definitely constituted a Bad Thing.

Well, at least his glowstone would keep him warm.  “Glowstone” he murmured, attempting to conjure his up.

Nothing happened.

“Glowstone!” he repeated, adding the incantation to go with his conjuring.  Still nothing.

Then it hit him.

It hurt.

It wasn’t his glowstone, though.

Fengren ran through several other spells he knew, and discovered his magic wasn’t working.

His Bad Thing had found a Worse to go with it.