ORIGIN - mist

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The crow was perched on a root sticking up from the marsh, squinting into the mist. She hated not being able to see in here, especially when there were so many strange things around Cetus, including the water-monster that lurked around here, somewhere.

She shifted, and at length, began to concentrate on the space in front of her. The moonstone replacing one of her talons shimmered, and slowly there formed a small silvery-yellow orb in front of her. She was disappointed by it, in a way, but it served it's purpose for shedding some light.

Nothing was there, for now. There came an inward sigh of relief as the crow shifted on the root.

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The tiny fox had gone for a wander, to explore beyond his birth-cavern. He was in a bit of a foul mood. Democracy was a good thing, if it was handled well. If it was handled badly, things could go sour quick. He needed some breathing room. He needed to clear his head.

Truth be told, he was unsure of where he wandered to, but he muttered to himself the whole time.

"What's he gonna do? Just banish everyone he doesn't like?" He asked himself. "He's gonna be awful lonely when he's the last one sitting in the cave."

Suddenly, a brief flash of light caught his eye. He noticed a bird, much larger than his pack-mate Bevy. An opportunity to make a new friend.

"Hi!" He called up to her. "Wanna hear a joke?" He asked, smiling as he trotted in place for a moment.

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The bird flinched and the orb went out like a broken light bulb. She shifted and glanced down at the fox. "Eh, hey there," rasped the crow.

When the fox initally asked if she'd like to hear a joke, she thought of a few more cruel replies before she shrugged it off and went with the amazing reply of, "Sure."

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@Al-addir

Al-Addir thought for a minute; then happily trotted in place when he thought of one funny enough to share.

"How many politicians does it take to catch a rat?" He asked the great black bird on her perch, smiling cheekily; flashing his multi-colored lower canine teeth.

He waited a moment, to see if this magic-using avian knew this one already. After a while he hopped in the air; then plopped belly-first onto the cavern floor, rolling over and looking up to Eve.

"I dunno; they just sit there and argue about who should have caught the rat first!" Al-Addir chirped as he rolled over back onto his feet.

"Sorry... Still working on them." He paused, his gaze wandering all around the cavern for a moment, before looking back up at the bird. "My name's Al-Addir, but everyone just calls me Al, 'cause my whole name's too long, I guess." The tiny fox added.