You peer into the dimly lit training room. Inside is a lone Chirstmas Uni and his Warf. The Uni rams his horn into a training dummy, oblivious to your prescence. Wincing, you think of what it would be like to be the dummy.
Ouch. Just as you think you better go, he looks up and smiles.
Oh, hi! I didn't see you there. My name is Jojer, what's yours?
You tell him whilst glancing at the torn dummy, still a bit nervous. His eyes follow your gaze and they light up in understanding.
Oh, I was just training! Don't worry about that-I only fight in the battledome.
His warm smile dispells any remaining distrust, and you sit in the corner. So tell me about yourself, you say.
Well, he began, I'm the oldest member of the family. A little over seven years! I was Xamem's fourth pet-she adopted me from the pound ages and ages ago, when I was a yellow Uni. I really love her-she's taken care of me all these years, and I know she'll always take care of me.
We decided I'll be the battle pet,he says, gesturing towards all the training equipment. But it'll be awhile before I can fight hard battles.
A floating battle faerie doll floats by. Jojer glances at it, a little embaressed.
Sometimes mom forgets that boys don't like dolls, since I'm the only guy in the family. (Unless you count Emily, but we don't, since he'll be our first adoption agency pet.) But the Battle Faerie is my hero... I hope I meet her some day! He glances longingly at the doll as you stand up to leave.
Oh, feel free to neomail Xamem-she loves talking! Maybe we can battle someday! As you exit the training room, you see him attacking the training dummy again...