Po

@Doozie

Mammophant Familiar An uncommon sight in the Boreal Wood, they often seek out hot springs to soak in. 2600

You're just the home we've been seeking for our Mammophant! It's quite a peculiar story about this Mammophant -- they were actually part of a traveling circus that could no longer support its creatures, and so we gladly took them off their hands. It's quite frosty down here for these heat-loving beasts and I'm certain they would flourish somewhere further north in the tropics.

Friday: Free Day

Here is my progenitor, Po, taking a rest from tending to all the many familiars who've been bringing Magical Shards home to the lair during the festival. She's enjoying spending some time in the land of her ancestors!

The bell over the door chimes with an extra few tinkles as a flustered fae flutters in. She's got a sack of doubloons under one arm and a basket of magical shards slung over the other, and a long tattered list dangling from one claw.

"Your largest decaf steeped tea with extra cream and a half dozen cookies please! Mixed assortment would be lovely, variety is the spice of life, less decisions to make, and all that!"

While she waits she runs a claw up and down and all around her list, riffles through her shards, counts the doubloons, and checks the time every few seconds. "Busy busy!" she chirps, fluttering her frills happily.

Lost and Found in Space

Stuff? Lost stuff? Po does the pat down of packrats everywhere. What's missing? Oh a parcel you say? That is very likely, very likely indeed. Always something worth shipping! She's rummaging through the folds of her garments, pulling out scraps of paper, crumpled and worn. A shopping list, a receipt, several shipping manifests and at least a dozen interestingly shaped rocks. What was the last thing she'd ordered?

"Well it was green, definitely green, or at least I think it was green... Maybe part of it was green? There was some green on it. I'm sure.

Uh, was it big? Maybe? Kind of big? What isn't big when you're a fae, am I right? Ha ha ha. Was it a tool? Or did that arrive already... Could have been a plant, but it could also have been a new hat. Or an old hat. Or an old tool.

Wait they said lost parcel, that means it could have been lost for years! I hope it hasn't gone moldy. Could be anything really."

There's a fae binge shopping the food stalls again, but this one seems... different. Could be the mad stare, could be the overfilled trolley bag she's towing, or maybe its that disturbingly friendly looking chest trundling along behind on an unreasonable amount of little legs. The lid of the creature is stuck ajar, blocked from latching properly by its contents. Parcels, packages, purchases and receipts, all crammed in and agitating to burst out again. Clearly someone has already acquired too many souvenirs. This is undeniably hoarder country now.