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"Yes, please," Unya replies. "Go find someone who is better at this than we are. In the meantime, we will endeavor to send one of the letters to the great god of storm and sky."

She quickly locates a vendor selling the required kite - ignoring his pointed gazing at the existing weather - and makes her way to a spot clear of nearby trees to try her hand at the novel skill of kite-flying.

Thievery (sleight of hand?) vs DC 17: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

She turns out to be as skilled with the kite as with anything else she's tried that isn't hacking at enemies with her twin blades. More specifically; Not very.

The amurrun perks up immediately at Bahili's offer. "You are so sweet," she says as she brushes her shoulder against his. "Thank you."

The huge birds prove to be quite a distraction to poor Unya. Every little twitch of a huge feather, turn of a head, shift of a foot, seems to draw her eye. It's only through a massive effort of concentration on her part that she's able to follow the details of the task before them.

"We'll deliver these," she says, snatching the parcels with the descriptive addresses.

Survival vs DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Survival vs DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Survival vs DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Survival vs DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

A number of hours later and she's managed to only deliver two of the four to their final destinations.

"Yes, we should relax and recuperate," Unya declares. Taking a firm grip on Bahili's arm, she begins leading him back towards the dorms (and assumable, her room.)

"Come," she says. "We must be most meticulous in ensuring that there is no more vile pollen on my fur." She glances back at the druid with a grin. "We must leave nothing to chance."

Unya drops back down the ground after retrieving the small trove of magical goodies. She shakes her head and grimaces as more of the purple spores fall from her fur. With a growl of annoyance, she moves away from the others and finds a spot where the ever-present rain can hit her more directly and attempts to scrub off the toxic material.

"What else do we need?" she calls out as she brushes her hands across her fur.

Fortitude Save vs DC 18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Re-rolling with a Hero Point.
Fortitude Save vs DC 18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Unya coughs violently as the released spores envelope her, but she continues slashing with her twin blades.

{A} Kukri Twin Takedown - Flurry Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Kukri Twin Takedown - Flurry Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 3

{A} Kukri Flurry Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 5

{A} Kukri Flurry Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Damage from Twin Takedown is added together before applying resistances or weaknesses

Current HP: 19/19
Current Effects:

Even having successfully resisted the strong urge to join Chizire in her cat-nap, Unya still shows traces of somnolence. Shaking off the daze, the amurrun dashes to the tree and scrambles up. Reaching the aggressive fungal-creature, she slashes at it with a pair of kukri.

{A} Hunt Prey

{A} Climb - Athletics vs DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

{A} Kukri Twin Takedown - Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Kukri Twin Takedown - Attack vs Prey: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Kukri Damage - S: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Damage from Twin Takedown is added together before applying resistances or weaknesses

Unya tips her head in curiosity and her ears swivel forward. "Are you capable of such a wonderous feat?" she asks. "We would be most intrigued to view your hybrid form if that is not a rude request."

Unya looks between Bahili and Tzeniwe with confusion. "Excuse our ignorance, but ... what is an Anadi?" she asks as she watches Firinn play tag with the young spiders.

"You are very smart," Unya says with a slight purr, leaning in close to the druid and brushing her cheek against his. "That is an attractive quality."

"Yes, we shall feast. Yes, Bahili?" Unya questions. She turns to the man near her and her ears swivel towards him. "Our hunt was a success and we should celebrate it!" She rubs her shoulder up against his and then turns to follow after the fey and Drazhan.

The ranger hands over the fifteen gold for five chicks gratefully. "Now what is the safest way for us to carry them back to the dorm while keeping them warm and safe?" she asks the others.

Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Unya is bouncing on her feet when they arrive at the stall that Anabel indicates.

"Yesyesyes! Wewishto ... purchase the chicks," she declares as she makes an effort to curb her enthusiasm. "We would be very grateful, but four gold is a lot, perhaps something slightly less?"

Bargaining - Diplomacy vs DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Unya doesn't even spare a word for the deceptive merchant once the difference is pointed out. She's off through the rain questioning others as to whom might have the sought-after chicks.

Gather Information - Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Unya's pupils widen at the sight of the two chicks. She shakes off her instincts enough to give Bahili a questioning look.

Earlier ...

Currently ...

The amurrun moves quickly from small group to small group querying them on the location of Kafesi Market. Her enthusiasm perhaps works as a detriment as she hardly finishes asking her questions before dashing off in a rush to the next group.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Earlier ...

Currently ...

"You wish us to purchase chickens?" Unya questions with a curious tip of her head. "Is this what is called pranking?" Without waiting for an answer she snatches the pouch of gold. "It does not matter, we will return with Ojofiri chicks and demonstrate our skill and devotion."

A hunt is something that is definitely in the amurrun's bailiwick and she energetically prods the others along.

"Quick, quicklikelittlebunnies! Thehuntcalls!"

"You like bees?" Unya asks with a mischievous twinkle in her large blue eyes. Perhaps she's had a little too much of Chizire's brew, but she gives the other amurrun a knowing wink and moves in closer to Bahili. Before he knows what's happening, he's being pressed down on the pillows and fur-covered fingers are seeking out vulnerable - and quite ticklish - spots.

"Buzz! Buzz! Bzzz!" Unya calls out between giggles as she works on reducing the man to a laughing ball.

"We would be happy to try whatever you're offering," Unya says to Chizire with a grin as she pulls her human companion towards the traditional amurrun floor cushions. "Come, Bahili, we must get comfortable," she says, tugging on his hand as she stretches out on the floor.

"Our family has always been Uzunjati," Unya says proudly. "We make our own stories day to day." Turning her gaze back to Bahili, she tips her head. "Speaking of stories ... weren't you going to join us in our room to explain more about humans?"

"Our sire has taught us that one should never instigate violence on another. However, if someone brings violence against us, we should not refrain from using whatever means we have - lethal or not - against them in our defense," Unya declares.

"And I am Mariama Keitana," his sparring partner says. "Welcome!" She looks to Unya, repeating the word 'Welcome' in Amurrun.

"Ah! You speak the language as well!" Unya replies in kind. "It's so wonderful to meet someone else that Icanconverseininacivilizedmanner. Did you learnitrecentlyanddoyouknowotherlanguages?" Her excitement bleeds back into her speaking pace and her goal of bringing Bahili back to her room seems momentarily forgotten.

Unya leans in even closer to the nervous druid - one could even say uncomfortably close - and sniffs. "You smell ... nervous," she says, and grins. "Nervous and ..." She tips her head slightly and smiles. "Fear not, Bahili. We will not eat you and we do not bite ... too hard."

She hops up from her seat and extends a hand towards the man. "Come, perhaps Chizire will join us."

Bahili's attempt to remain silent and insulated from the discussion is at risk of defeat as Unya leans in close to him.

"You're human and seem wise," she says, meeting his eyes with her pale blue ones. "Maybe we could talk after dinner and you can help relieve our ignorance about your species. Chizire had some things to say, but we're not sure if we entirely believe her. It's always best to get first-hand information. Are you free later? You could join us in our room and we could have private social intercourse."

Unya frowns even further and her tail whips back and forth, slapping into Bahili who's sitting next to her.

"Why are you leaving?" she calls out before turning to the others gathered at the table. "Why is he leaving?" She seems genuinely confused. "If two beings have a disagreement, then they resolve it, not ignore it or run away from it. We do not understand humans. Does the school offer classes to understand them?"

Shaking her head, she stabs her knife into a slice of something dripping with gravy and stuffs it into her mouth.

Unya goes quiet and turns to Drazhan. "Is there anything else you would like to criticize about us?" she says, deliberately enunciating each word. "Perhaps the length of our tail or the color of our ears? If so, please say it and be done with it. We are tired of you snipping and scratching like a petulant kitten. We are not aware that we've done anything to offend you, but if we have, then point it out and be done with it."

Whether because of illicit substances from Chizire's stash, the simple company of another amurrun, or something else entirely, Unya's effervescence has returned in full by the time she joins others for their evening meal.

"Wearequiteskilledwithbladesbutneedmorepracticewithbows," she gushes in reply to Drazhan as she fills her plate with the few non-vegetarian options available. In fact, she selects almost entirely meat for her meal. She doesn't skimp on the mulled cider, though.

"Canyoudothatwithotherfruit?Wewouldlovetoseethattrickwithgrapesororangesorm elonsorapinappleHaveyoueverseenapinapple?They'reaveryweirdlookingfruitButwe prefermeatanyway. Doeseveryoneelseliketheirroom?Oursneedsmorepillowsbutotherthanthatit'sveryc ozy."

Later that evening, Bahili gets a knock on his door. A grinning Unya greets him upon opening it.

"We plan to seek out Chizire and sample some of her 'moonshine'," she says as her tails swishes back and forth. The beads that she's received so far dangle on a single string from her right ear. "Would you like to join us?"

"Yahaan ham mein se bahut se log nahin hain, isalie hamen saath rahana hoga, billee," Chizire replies to Unya, her tail waving languidly.

Unya giggles in response to Chizire's words and looks away shyly.

Drazhan furrows his brow and scratches his forehead, confused about Unya's statement. "Did you just say that you came to a school of magic without actually knowing anything about magic?"

He opens his mouth as if he intends to say more, but abruptly closes it and nods "Good to know."

The catfolk's head whips around at Drazhan's comment. "It is a school, is it not?" she snaps back, her playful mood gone in an instant and her eyes narrowing to slits. Her tail whips back and forth with barely contained agitation. "Why would one come here if they already knew everything?" The amurrun's intensity relaxes slightly. "We did not realize they expected us to already know magic. Our sister knew much of magic, but she was not a good fit." The fight fades from her almost entirely. "Perhaps we are not a good fit either."

Without another word, Unya picks up her small bag and heads off in search of a room to claim, even if for just a short time.

Taking the southern room across the hall from A11.

Unya has been unusually sedate after the results of the testing, walking with the others through the rain in silent contemplation.

Her excitement returns partially at the sight of another amurrun. "Ek aur amaroon se milana kitanee raahat kee baat hai!" she declares in a rush, but then glances around at the others, realizing how rude she's being.

"We have no magic, ourselves," she continues in common, the small amount of excitement she's showing fading again. "We are wondering if it was perhaps a mistake for us to come here."

She looks to Esi.

"When do we receive our class schedule?"

Unya slumps once more. The thought that this might not be the place for her runs through her mind again. "How does one make a stone dance?" she mutters to herself. "It doesn't even have the joy of hearing the music."

Unya, whose attention was drawn entirely to the quail when it appeared, shakes her head to get rid of the instinctive thoughts that were overcoming her rationality. Teacher Ot would not appreciate her intentions towards the small bird that ... moved ... just ... so.

Nature Lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

She didn't recognize the patterns on the snake and her eyes jumped back to the quail as it ruffled its feathers a second time. Her body stilled ... and ... she ... tensed.

Her blue eyes search the surrounding area for a solution to the challenge, but her shoulders slump slightly when Drazhan beats her to it.

Unya leans over to the nearby Bahili and whispers.

Unya turns abruptly when Drazhan arrives. With the authority he carries, she initially believes that he's their new instructor. She sheds her cloak and tries to pull her thin garment into place, but with the amount of water it carries that's not going to happen. Recognizing the futility of her efforts, she slips it free and steps near the edge of their shelter to wring it out with a twist of her paw-like hands. She's pulling it back on when Teacher Ot appears. She bows to their instructor and takes a seat on the ground. Her bubbling energy doesn't cease, however, evidenced by her tail as it flicks rapidly back and forth as if tasked with being the sole means of expressing her boundless excitement.

When her turn to speak comes, it's obviously that she's taking great care to speak slowly and carefully. Almost as if someone had reinforced to her over and over again how to address a teacher.

"Who are you?"
"Our name is Unya, daughter of Lemimi, daughter of Oma, daughter of Ishi, daughter of Pemhaphe, daughter of the great Maryul," the amurrun replies with reverence.

"What most interests you?"
"We are interested in the ways of life all around us. The cycles it moves through and the patterns that we force upon it."

"What do you consider your greatest strength?"
"We claim no great strengths, but it has been said by others that our determination is admirable. Although they might have use the word 'stubbornness' more than once."

"What work have you done to bolster those in and around the Magaambya before now?"
"We are new to the Magaambya and so have not had the opportunity to serve. But our clan has seen many members attend and serve in many ways. Our sister was meant to be the one in our generation, but ... but we were mistaken."

"What do you seek at the Magaambya?"
"We seek to find our path. To find our place in the great pattern. We know how to track and how to hunt and these are skills worthy of respect on their own, but we ... we feel that our destiny is more complicated." She bows her head down. "Although, we have been told that this is perhaps a ... conceit."

"Once you have attained that which you seek, what goals do you wish to achieve?"
"We know not. Once we discover our place and role in the world, we believe that our goals from that point on will be self-revealed."

Firinn's touch and subsequent declaration distract her from her odd standoff with the gnoll. Turning to look down at him she tips her head in confusion. "Why ... whywouldallwomenwanttobeyourfriend?" she asks. "Andwewouldn'ttrytoeatyou ... notunlessyouweretoattackusandwedefeatedyou."

She nods her head and presents what is assumed to be a smile, but comes across as a display of sharp, pointed teeth. "Faithlessenemiesareworthyonlytobemeat."

In an attempt to fulfill the promise she made to her dam, she turns back to Okapi. "Our name is Unya. We are pleased to make your acquittance and hope we may study together and become friends," she says in what feels like a rehearsed speech. One hand extends out in greeting.

A fifth fur-covered figure steps out of the rain and throws back the hood of her cloak to reveal pale blue eyes with slitted pupils. Her fur is a dark gray with even darker spots. She wears a violet wrap-around garmet made of a thin material that's currently plastered to her soaked fur. The amurrun seems filled with energy and literally bounces on her feet as she looks the others over.

"HelloeveryoneournameisUnya," she says in a rush before turning to Anabel. "We'vemetelvesbeforebutneveroneasshortasyouAreallyourfamilythatshort?" she asks.

Without waiting for a reply, she moves on to Bahili. "WehopetolearnallaboutmagicandtheworldaroundusOurclanhassentmemberstoattend fortwentygenerationsOursisterattendedpreviouslybutsheleftTheysayitwasunderb adcircumsatancesbutwedon'tbelievethatUthewouldneverdoanythinguntoward."

She turns to the sprite. "OurnameisUnyaWe'venevermetaspritebeforeWehopewebecomethebestoffriendsHopef ullywehaveabetterexperiencewithyourdogaswe'vehadbedexperienceswiththeminthe pastForsomereasonwejustdon'tseemtogetalong."

Seemingly unable to stand still, she spins around and comes face to face with Okapi, at which point she freezes with her eyes wide and her ears slightly back. "Hello," she says.