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[fortunes_phase]

Moon is outside tonight.

The sky is dark, only the stars above, since tonight is the first night of the new moon. She's seated on the bank of the lake, dressed all in black, and staring up at the sky. Mons and Mare are near, alert while their mistress is distracted.

It's a dark night and a dark mood.

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[henry_jones_jr]

In contrast, the snuffling sound that approaches from the direction of the bar is much lighter. It's accompanied, a little more distantly, by footsteps crunching on the hard frosty ground.

The former sound soon falters in curiosity as its source—a tiny elephantine trunk—catches a new smell on the breeze. It's a kinda doggy smell, but not quite. The owner of said trunk starts following her nose to investigate the smell.

[fortunes_phase]

Mons catches the scent of something she's never smelled before.

Her eyes are sharp in the night and she sees the little elephant. She gets up and begins to stalk toward the tiny creature, curious as a pup.

[henry_jones_jr]

Stampy is stalking too, by now, with all the stealth her ninja dad has taught her. Sadly, she's not sure what she's stalking, because her eyes aren't too good in the dark. It smells a lot like Ellie though, and she's fun!

The footsteps draw a little closer, then stop.

[fortunes_phase]

Mons pauses in front of the little thing and cranes her neck, sniffing the grey thing.

Sniff, snuffle, sniff.

She tilts her head, sits down, and ponders what it was.