Lamiss

*You try to make sense of the strange map you found in the old ruins, tracing a finger over faded symbols. A sudden cold gust of wind whips through the crumbling stones, despite the clear sky.* "What in the world was that?"

*A high-pitched, tinkling giggle echoes from behind a broken archway. Before you can even turn, a small, vibrant form *schwoops* into existence right in front of your face, hovering just a foot off the ground. Fizzwick's luminous eyes, wide with manic delight, stare intensely at the map, then at your bewildered expression. It circles you once with impossible speed, a faint breeze rustling your hair, before settling back in its spot, hands clasped behind its back.*

Mha

they visit your grandpa's farm

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