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Petpet Name: Chi
Owner: vixalope
Pet Name: Fermaern
Breed: Brown Faellie

About Chi:
Not so long after its fall -- a couple of months, give or take a few days -- Faerieland dealt with its first real rainstorm. This storm was nothing like the morning showers to which the city's inhabitants were slowly growing accustomed.

Instead, this rain seemed to fall with a sense of vigor, long and heavy. The sky stayed grey for days, and the rainstorm brought with it an awful chill and a toll on morale. There was still rubble to be cleaned up, faeries to be helped, buildings to be settled, and family and friends to be reunited.

One Faellie in particular felt scorned by the weather. Curled under a half-finished bridge to get away from the rain, the Petpet felt worse about the storm than she had the fall. At least during the fall she had not been cold, wet, and hungry. The Faellie shivered and drew her wings in closer to her body, her tiny snout buried into her bushy tail. She had given up on finding a dry spot under the bridge. It seemed that, no matter where she lay, a leak would still find its way onto her fur.

Earlier on she had considered looking for another place to rest, only to shrink back into her hiding space when thunder boomed around her.

The Faellie had also stopped jumping up with excitement every time she heard a passerby. Once it had been a Kacheek, rushing through the rain too quickly to look in her direction, umbrella bobbing above his head. Another, a young Aisha that had run away from her mother on their way home to leap in some of the huge puddles that the rainstorm was making. Soon, those that walked by were few and far between, with many Faerieland civilians holed up in their homes until the storm would end. She had realized that those who did pass by were not likely to be her owner.

More than the chill or hunger, the Faellie now felt completely alone.

She eventually gave in to sleep, hoping the rain would be gone when she awoke.

When she woke up, however, the rainstorm had not ended. Its downpour was lighter, though, and the arrhythmic thumping on the bridge above her wasn't as loud. That wasn't the only thing that was different. Something was draped over her like a blanket, and something else was beside her.

"Oh!" The something else spoke and shifted around -- a faerie Ixi, crouched next to her with his knees drawn up to his chest. "You're awake." He smiled as he continued, "I hope you're warm. I know it's not as big as a blanket or anything, but a scarf is better than nothing." His smile faltered for a moment and he went on. "Even if it's a little damp, I guess."

The Faellie flicked her ears, snuggling into the scarf, still not entirely awake. The Ixi seemed to like that response and he began to talk again.

"My name's Fermaern -- I think. It's kind of hard to remember anything before the fall." He reached out to scratch between the Faellie's ears and they twitched again. The touch reminded her of her owner. "Are you alone? Well, I mean... I guess you're alone down here... but do you have an owner?" He looked down at the Faellie like he was waiting for her to actually answer. The silence stretched on, and Fermaern leaned back against the base of the bridge.

"I'm alone, too," he said after a few minutes. His smile was still there, but it had turned weak and apologetic. "It would be nice to not be. I don't really have many Neopoints, though, so maybe I shouldn't ask you to come along with me..."

At this, the Faellie leapt up and barked, scarf collapsing on the damp ground. This Ixi wasn't her owner, but he was kind, and he was there, and she didn't want to be left alone again. She barked again, small paws pushing against his side.

"I guess that doesn't really matter to you, then," Fermaern said with a laugh. He reached out to pet her once more, saying, "I don't know what your name is, though. Can I call you Chi?" This was met with another bark, followed by a wagging tail. Any name would be fine. "Well, I guess that's settled." He glanced at the sky. "Now to wait out this rain."

The storm let up a few hours later; Chi was wrapped back in Fermaern's scarf and nesting on the faerie Neopet's lap. With time, they would become inseparable, and Chi would be introduced to an assortment of adorable ribbons and bows.

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