[h1][color=f6989d][i][center]Pebble Cliffside[/center][/i][/color][/h1]
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Pebble wasn't at all the type to think too deep about stuff outside her own bubble, but this heck'n owl was compromising her no-care attitude. She wasn't in the tiniest bit comfortable with its need to be all in her face like it was. The feathery cretin looked like it was predicting Pebble's decisions, as if it be all knowing of stuff even she wasn't giving much foresight to. The little girl just wanted to be all free to walk about and sing her lovely tunes. Pebble wasn't above belting out a good high note or two to knock this feathery annoyance on its ass, but every time she went to open her gob, she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was a great old big discomfort when the owl flew by her side as she walked along. Much the same way a girl might be feeling when holding hands with a boy she doesn't like all that much. Her face scrunched up all bitter and irritate at the feel of the wind on her face from its flapping wings. 

Eventually, Pebble just begrudgingly accepted the owl's company. Regardless of whether the feathery beast wanted to or not, she settled down for a nap some distance out of Somerset. When the little girl woke, the owl was still staring at her like a pervy stalker bird, and she turned up her nose at it and grunted. No surprise the dumb owl stayed with her as they continued on down the road until they came across an old miner's cart. Now, Pebble was delighted by anything to do with mining and finally a little smile wrecked her pouty face when she saw the abandoned cart. She went ahead and found herself wondering about its history, its owner and why it was on the road to Somerset so far from any mines she knew about. The tales this cart could tell. 

The owl had good taste and set itself down on the cart, and Pebble gave the animal a good old nod of approval as she went about investigating the carts contents. Fortune behold! A crate was just sitting there inside the carriage of the cart. Sure as heck there were questions why the cart remained unmoved from this main road for so long and why this crate appeared to be untouched as well, but that suspicious wondering was outdone by the symbol on the side of the crate. A shiver went walking up and down her back as she recognized the engraving. The little munchkin of a Dwarf just couldn't hold out on her curiosity for a heck too long. Before she even knew it herself, she was peering inside like a kiddie opening their present on birthday morning. But that is when the Dwarf girl froze in all manner of eerie feelings. There were weapons inside this crate that fit the distinctive design of her dad's own handywork. Pebble was just so darn flabbergasted by the crate's contents that all she could do was lift her eyes on up to the watchful owl and squint all serious and suspicious at it.   

[color=FEC1AD]"What the heckers is going on, bird? Speak, or I start singing!"[/color]    

  
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