The Chatter In Draconia

{I tried to keep direct identifying references very vague and tried to keep it fairly brief. I hope this post is alright. If not, please let me know, and I'll edit it.}

Nebbula, finally healed enough from the injuries she received from her fight almost a week ago, grabbed her empty basket from the hook on her cave wall and walked to the entrance, not noticing the basket of supplies just inside the cave entrance she was told would possibly be there. Not needing to kneel, she moved some of the fauna she tended to that hid her cave home from immediate sight to check around... remembering her mysterious visitor who helped her tend to her wounds... his magnetically alluring voice still in her head and affecting her in ways she didn't yet understand. Shaking her head to bring herself back to the present, she once again looked around outside…

Pheliciia was walking down the hall of the Manor, when she happened across a book. She picked it up and read the title "Lost." What coincidence. She flipped through to see if it belonged to anyone. The owner's name was scratched out. She thought of putting it in the library for the person to find it but her hand started flipping through the pages as they got engross in what was on the pages and had forgotten what they were doing...

the trail of crumbs that i have been followings has lead me to a mysterious manor... what could lie inside.... not sure whether to trust, but since the trail has ended i suppose i have nowhere else to go. but what business does a little critter like me have in such a grand place? am i welcome...?

sigh

here goes nothing..

weevil steps closer to the manor, dim, red light flooding from the windows, intimidating the small creature. His pea-sized foot makes contact with a tripwire, and within seconds, he is launched upwards! His limbs tangle in a tightly knit net as he flails. To no avail.... he is trapped!