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Summary: Anonymous is a child that no one can understand, not even Flutters. Twilight has learned 3 pseudo-words, and possibly 2 signs/ gestures. As more and more becomes known about Anonymous, the more caution turns to sympathy. With her friends now all on board, the next big question is less about figuring out Anon, but how to help.
 
Last Chapter: Twilight’s fears played out before her eyes in a dream. Luna visited the dreamscape and reminded her that others want to help. After a short study of her nightmare, she finds her fears to be baseless and finally puts them behind her. Applejack then wakes Twilight up a second time, and fills her in on the doctor results.
 
They goto the house to eat breakfast, and are joined by Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. Turns out Rarity has them helping out on the farm for a week. When they all leave Granny Smith gives Twilight a cinnamon bun for Anonymous.
 
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>You gradually make it back to the dimly lit barn with Anon’s breakfast; the strain from carrying the plate hardly noticeable. With the light of the early morning beginning to poke through, it is a little easier to see the bundle of blankets in the back rise and fall with each breath.
>As you move closer towards the sleeping Anonymous, you find a small pile near the impromptu bed; barely noticeable amidst the surrounding clutter. It is difficult to make out the colors in the dark, but the size and shape show that it is made up of Anonymous’ clothes.
>Inspecting the articles with a quick prod, you find them to be damp and can pick up the scent of wet cloth mixed with rain.
>How did these get wet? Is there a leak somewhere? Did Anonymous go outside in the storm?
>Underneath the pile hides even more conclusive evidence. A set of removed hooves sits side by side. This can’t be right; these are Anon’s feet!
 
>Mud is present on the bottom of the black objects you once thought were a part of Anonymous. Your inquisitive mind cannot help but to set the plate down and pick up these oddities.
>Levitating one of the objects in your magic, you spin it in every direction. The solid bottom contrasts the flexibility of the top, and two straps protrude out to the side. The inside appears to be hollow and soft.
>Is this Anon’s version of a horseshoe? Just like with the clothes, is the purpose to hide vulnerabilities? What does Anonymous’ feet really look like?
>The unconscious creature before you offers a unique opportunity, and the sweet whispers of knowledge tantalize you forward. With the protective gear discarded you can observe its true form.
>Anonymous may not like being exposed, but it is sleeping right now. It will never know. Besides, you’ll only take a quick peek. Just one look and that will be all.
 
 
>Quietly moving to the end of the bed opposite Anon’s head, you grab hold of the blankets on top. Ducking low, you gingerly you raise them up enough to see; your violet glow illuminating the underdark.
>The soles are flat and bear; finger like extremities point outward at one end while a rounded ball dwells on the opposite. The identical pair lies atop one another as Anonymous rests on its side. They look as soft as the hands.
>One of your front legs crawls through the tunnel towards the soles. You may not get a chance like this again; you have to investigate further. Just a swift touch. For science.
>At the faintest sensation of your approach, the feet curl and retract like a withering vine. Startled, you drop the blankets and go absolutely still.
>They tighten around the body as Anonymous curls into a ball; at the same time giving a low moan. Its continued steady breathing relaxes your frozen panic. Free to move again, you decide to not risk a second go.
 
>The image of the feet closing up runs in your mind. Unlike the hard exterior of your own hooves it was soft and malleable; like Winoa’s or Opalescence’s paw. The shape was more like Spike’s or, in some sense, Owlicious’ claws. Anonymous’ version lacks either the warm fur or scaly hide, though.
>A shiver runs through you as you recall the briefest of contact made with the mushy tissue.
>BLEH
>And the way it curled up at your touch…
>DOUBLE BLEH
>You slide the cinnamon roll farther from you to ensure it stays out of your vision. The creepiness of the ordeal makes you glad you already ate.
 
>Those hand like feet do remind you of a picture from the Biology book. There are several animals who take advantage of the design; including primates and marsupials.
>Given that Anonymous is happy to remain in bed, now may be a good time to read the book Fluttershy lent you.
 
 
>Leaving the plate nearby, you travel back to the front of the barn where you had slept. Opening your bag you pull out the large tome; its weight an actual challenge to magically drag over.
>Getting comfy, you hum a little ditty and begin your research.
 
>A multitude of pages have been added to the Primate section; most of the additions attributed to a Rain Goodall. Her wealth of knowledge went into the social structure of a troop living in one of the protected forests. Sadly the information is very broad, the majority withheld for her new book. You’re going to have to put an order in for that.
>Her study mentions grooming to be a very important practice that helps them bond with each other and establishes hierarchy, as well as a tool for reconciliation. Is that why Anonymous’ first instinct was to pet Fluttershy? Strange it hasn’t done so afterwards. Is there a particular reason?
>Ever since you met, Anon has been more careful about giving ponies space. Well, that was kind of the intention with the non-interference plan, but the idea was for ponies to give it space. Your initial reactions may have sent the wrong message.
>You are going to have to rectify that. Maybe you can coax the behavior out.
 
>Let’s see, what else is there?
>Locomotion, locomotion, locomotion…A-Ha!
>The shape of the foot is conductive to plantigrade movement. This encourages keeping the entire foot flat on the ground, with the main advantages being weight distribution and stability. Some speed is lost for these advantages due to the complexity of the bones.
>Several plantigrade species can use their finger like toes to grab things. For primates, notably monkeys and chimpanzees, this is useful for clasping onto branches. They also have a prehensile tail which aids them in swinging across the canopy, and can act as a sort of failsafe. When threatened, these tools permit quick escape.
 
 
>Anonymous is absolutely not a tree climber. If it could use its feet that way wouldn’t the things it chooses to wear ruin its ability to do so? It doesn’t even have a tail.
>Actually…does it?
 
>Your vision abandons the crowd of text and returns to your quiet roommate. Before you even realize it your curiosity has carried you to the bed in silence. Your eyes scan over the contours searching for any hint of a tail. Your answer remains inconclusive through the fabric.
>Having chanced a peek already you don’t want to push your luck. Sinking the urge, you address the other thought. Floating one of the ‘shoes’ over, you make careful note of the flapping tabs.
>These were smooth earlier. Why are they different now?
>Since they are no longer attached to Anon you allow your curiosity to be tested. Trying to return them to the way you saw them before, you try to pull off the appendages. The mouth of the hole closes tighter as you do so.
>The tabs will not be easily removed. Not wanting to possibly tear them off, you alternatively feel around the face of the object. A sudden resistance yanks at your coat as you brush it across.
>Ow.
 
>Two strips catch your fur; their alignment relative to the outside bands. Giving the external slips a feel, you find them sort of similar to your coat. Do they…
>Putting your unspoken theory to the test, you place the bands on top of the straps. A delighted squee echoes out your success.
>So then that means…
>Grasping the tips on top, you begin trying to pull them apart.
RRRRRRIP
>Hehehehe, so that’s how they work.
RRRRRRIP
>Amazing. The binding is secure without string or magic.
RRRRRRIP
>Heehee, this is kind of fun.
>You innocently play with the newfound toy; the resulting sound tickling your ears each time. When you happen to turn your cheery gaze to Anonymous, a pair of saggy eyes locks onto yours before a hand rises up and rubs against them.
Haa..haa..
>Quick! Think of something!
“Murnnng.”
 
 
>Nervously setting the item down, you give Anon your undivided attention.
>Anonymous’ tired stare matched with the occasional delayed rise and fall of its lids suggests a similar battle to your earlier one taking place. In order to help tip the scales, you step over to the plate of breakfast, and nudge it closer with your snout.
>Moving things with your nose is not a common practice when magic and hoof is an option, but it is used when wanting to display compassion. Hopefully the message of your meek gesture can overcome your differences.
>When Anonymous notices the food it sits up on the bed. Taking care to keep at least one blanket wrapped around it, it leans over to the pile of clothes and gives a touch. Apparently finding them too wet, it retreats the bandaged arm back into the makeshift robe.
>Those weary eyes fall on you again, and you give the plate another nudge forward.
 
>Grasping your intention, Anonymous picks up the sticky treat and takes a bite. That small bite turns into a large chomp as it begins to wolf down the rest. In its haste, the covers are allowed to fall from its shoulders and expose the untreated front.
>Its free hand struggles to maneuver the blankets over itself again while it is mostly occupied with the food. Using your magic, you lend a hoof and help hold the blanket up. Recognizing your help, Anonymous adjusts itself to better deal with the dilemma. Resting its free arm outside of the covers, it clamps the blanket in place between its arms and body.
>With the bundle also flung across its back, the most you can see is its two worn arms and a tiny bit of its chest.
 
 
>You sit quietly and wait; watching Anonymous enjoy the meal and then lick its hand clean. The action leaves you half expect it to begin grooming itself like a dog or cat. After wiping the hand off, it latches onto a corner of the sheets and tries to stand on its own. Unable to fully make it, Anon takes a quick look around, and judges the situation. It ends up choosing to remain tangled in the covers.
>Perhaps the soreness has set in for Anon as well, or the restricted movement may be the problem. It seems more concerned with your watchful eye than its current position.
>You should make the first move. Okay study buddy, here we go.
 
>Gently, you walk towards Anonymous. Being extremely careful about your approach, you watch for any signs of caution while presenting yourself as friendly. Suspicion is cast upon your intention, and for a brief moment you find the same strangeness encountered when the both of you ran into the line of guards.
>But Anonymous’ gaze also contains that look of pure wonder it had yesterday when you were trying to solve the equation.
>As your muzzle nears the unused hand, the sensation of your warm breath causes the fingers to twitch. The digits shift to accept your coming form, either inadvertently or by Anon’s own desire. Once a tiny portion rests upon your face, you raise your head slightly and urge it to travel downward without so much as a sound.
>Anonymous silently accepts the gesture. Receptive, it takes over from here and brushes down your length. The fingers lightly bounce over the edges of the bandages, and continue with their smooth journey. Your nerves follow simultaneously; the force applied just strong enough to overcome the barrier of fur.
>Near the end of its reach, Anon carries its arm back up and coasts along again. Fluttershy was right; this is nice.
 
 
>Maintaining your posture in an effort to encourage the petting to go on, you make as many mental notes as you can.
>Anon is lazily sweeping over you, its energy relaxed. This is not an intense practice, and, in fact, could very well match the calming properties mentioned in the book. The pleasant expression on Anon’s face verifies some truth to the idea.
>It definitely enjoys the sense of touch, and cherishes closeness. There was plenty of prior evidence on hoof: the way it leans against you when tired or bored; seeking someone to hold tightly to when scared, the quiet request for a hug when hurt; the petting of the minks.
>The way it playfully fought against you when climbing the hill.
> At that time it was lively and a little mischievous as you tried to persuade it along, and when you were going over the pictures there was unquestionably a two way conversation happening. Things were starting to turn around then.
 
>Lunch yesterday was very similar, although the building frustration had pushed Anon over the edge. You’ll keep trying to help with that.
>Overall, things went very well once Pinkie cheered Anon up with her usual antics. The distant Anonymous you had initially brought to the barn disappeared under Pinkie’s doting. If it wasn’t already her special talent you would consider her merry abilities mystical.
>Then Anon was lively enough to interact with Fluttershy and share its food with her; its sly objective as playful as earlier that morning.
>Her and Anonymous have been in close contact time and time again. From the earliest introductions to the first aid, Anon has found comfort in her presence. It has freely given and received physical contact with her, and trusted her enough to grant a look at its exposed body.
 
 
>All too soon the strokes stop, and a part of you wants to protest. The act felt very familiar to nuzzling with one of your close friends, and was helping clear your thoughts.
>Anonymous does not break contact, however; its hand lounging on your back. Those long deep breathes that pause at each stage make Anon appear almost asleep sitting up.
>According to what you read, reciprocation is important. This road must go both ways, and it is now your turn.
>Your hooves do not seem suitable for the whole grooming thing. Before jumping into a series of possibilities, you recall how Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie comforted Anon.
>Leaving your spot, you move to Anonymous’ side, and sit as tall as can be. With it sitting down you happen to be much higher.
>Easing your wing out as to avoid the sudden burn, you extend it enough to wrap over Anon. At the same time you bring your hoof over Anonymous’ shoulder, and lean in. With calm and grace, you begin to rock the pair of you back and forth.
 
>Your friends have had a big impact, but that is not to say you and Anonymous haven’t had your share of bonding. You have been present the entire time, and it has rode on your back on countless occasions.
>Okay, not countless, but several. It has relied on you; and your method of dealing with its anxiety when facing the guards was admittedly pretty clever. If you can keep finding those smart solutions there is nothing you will have to worry about.
>Time will tell if your idea this morning is equally ingenious. As Anonymous drifts against you, swaying in tune, the sense of success brightens your belly. Whether your analytical mind can drum up negative outcomes or not, one thing remains certain. It certainly feels right.
 
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>Steadily rocking back and forth, you enjoy the warmth shared between your bodies. Your head rests on top of Anon’s; your mane neatly swept to the side with a little magic.
>The blanket mildly rubs against you; while the contact you make with Anon’s bare skin feels almost forbidden with the way it armors itself.
>You never paid much attention to the feeling when you carried Anon around; your senses were always too preoccupied with the forthcoming challenges. Today there were no such thoughts plaguing your mind.
>As the two of you sway, the dim grey of the barn flows into more of a butterscotch color; the morning sun climbing higher and higher.
>Tis nice.
 
>While you sit through the transitions of the early morning, a reminder of the overall intention pops up. Have you reciprocated enough?
>Trying to calculate the difference; you are instead provided an unbelievable shortcoming. The equation is unsolvable due to a lack of data. A lone thought rattles in your empty head.
>How could you forget to keep track of time?!
>You were so lost during the petting; both in mind and body, that you had completely spaced out and overlooked a key component. The only thing you can do is guess. You hate guessing.
>Trying to hide the mistake, you bring the swinging to a sluggish stop. Anonymous follows the pause with no signs of objection. Braving the uncertainty, you then remove your hoof from its shoulder. Conscientious of at least the steps Anon took, you leave your wing draped over its back; maintaining the contact.
>With no further change from your partner it seems you have slid by. Mission Accomplished.
 
>As much as you feel like resting, the constant ticking of your consciousness demands an outlet. It can never be said you were one to waste daylight and the winding tension from inactivity starts to provoke you.
 
 
>Regardless, there is zero desire to give up your spot. Your physical self wins out, leaving you snuggly in place. Battles, however, are truly decided by ingenuity. A niggling pain in your horn materializes as the violet glow lugs the giant book over from across the room.
>Unable to even lift it off the floor without discomfort from this distance, the textbook scrapes towards you unnervingly. Anonymous calmly sits up straight and watches the spectacle without so much as a flinch; its hungry stare biting at the sight of your magic.
>A dull thud signals the opening of the heavy cover, and the page you were previously on is exposed before the two of you. Anonymous’ vision squirms along the text as if trying to keep afloat; the incomprehensible symbols pitching the struggling gaze back and forth.
>Amidst the turmoil those searching eyes find a lone beacon, and you notice its sight lock onto the picture of a monkey.
 
>An idea sparks in your head from the display; a new method to make use of the publication. This science journal can function like a picture book.
>Considering the volume’s original purpose, the act seems almost blasphemous. Quill Milton forgive you.
>Pointing to the monkey, you grab Anon’s attention. Next directing your hoof at Anonymous, you indicate the pair and then impersonate the horizontal chopping motions you believe to signify some sort of relationship.
>Anon’s arms rise to its chest, being ever careful to keep the blanket pinned, and the forearms cross against one another.
>No/ Different.
 
>That was your best lead out of the entire book. Let’s try to make absolutely sure the message was clear.
>Flipping through chapter after chapter, you arrive at Equus. A photo of an earth pony serves as the default identifier. For now we’ll ignore worrying about sub-species. Trying to go that far in-depth is just asking for a headache.
 
 
>Following the prod from the picture to yourself, you repeat the cutting gesture and then mimic the banging fists. The pony is not exactly like you, but in the grand scheme of things you two are related.
>Again you mark the grayscale portrait and yourself. However, on the second attempt you do not follow with the ‘related’ motion. Instead, that is left up to Anonymous; to show it understands.
>It examines you closely as you each wait for the other. In an effort to drive the point home you specify the earth pony and yourself once more. Eventually, Anon adds the two end gestures you presented.
> (Related); Yes/ Same
>With a rewarding smile and a clang of your hooves, you reaffirm that it was correct.
“Very gud.”
 
>On the next few pages you find an image of each type of pony, a donkey, and a zebra. You establish the link between all of them as strongly as you can with the limited vocabulary. Anonymous tilts its head at your work, though appears to follow the report.
>Returning to the primates section, you try to suggest the same kind of higher relationship between them and Anon.
>Anonymous casually bangs another reply.
>No/ Different.
 
>A second no. The only other real chance you are left with is minotaurs, and you had practically dismissed them already.
>One more try. With feeling.
>Forcefully restating the kinship between your four legged siblings, you ask a final time.
>This time Anonymous hesitates with its answer; the expression on its face visibly troubled. With every passing tick you analyze your plan while Anonymous analyzes you.
>Did the message make it through? Were you being too complex? Were you not being complex enough?
>The chop meaning ‘related’ is simply a hypothesis, and your sole method of deciphering it is more tests. You’ll have to keep trying; document everything but remember every discovery is reversible until proven otherwise.
>An uncertain cross from Anon meets your scientific conviction.
>No/ Different.
>Bah.
 
 
>Pressing onward, you find one of the spare slips of paper you were using to mark pages of interest. Now on the subject of minotaurs you propose the same question. Anonymous takes a very long look over the image; studying the form intently. Those critiquing eyes narrow themselves as it leans above the tome.
>The length of the studying gaze brings Anonymous’ familiarity with minotaurs to doubt; your theory of it being unknown to the other nations growing stronger. Finally you receive your response.
>No/ Different.
 
>Well then, as far as you can tell it does not have a cousin species you can relate it to. Perhaps a different topic can be addressed? Since you are using images that aren’t Anonymous, it might be more willing to reveal what it hides under the clothes.
>In order to prevent confusion, you turn to ‘Garuda’ and mark the wings on the figure. Unfurling your unused wing, you flutter it into view. Signifying both sets of wings, you demonstrate the relationship and confirmation actions.
>You next match your horn with that of a minotaur’s. They are not exactly alike, but close enough for the concept. Identifying something similar despite being obviously different should help solidify the notion of relationship.
>After making the connection you find Anonymous peering at your horn, and its adjacent hand rises towards your face with an open palm. Your alert brain fires into overdrive, and quickly deduces the motive. Any possible reaction is logged while it waits for input.
>The horn’s calloused exterior is merely a slight barrier to the tenderness inside, and even the faint energy of magic is currently causing discomfort. You want to turn away from the touch to avoid the coming sting.
>However, touch is important to Anonymous and you do not want to spurn its advances again. You were trying to make up for those earlier mistakes.
 
 
>Indecision petrifies you as the scales seesaw with the weight of both options. Through inaction you are left open, and the bare flesh encloses your horn.
“Ahh.”
>A weak plea of discomfort leaves your lips while the rest of your body goes entirely stiff. At your outcry the hand instantaneously retreats from the top of your head. Doubt bounces in your mind, undeterred by the relief.
>That doubt fades the very moment an open palm brushes against your cheek and slides down your neck. Your stone form cracks under the considerate touch and the aches soon settle. Anonymous makes a few additional passes before placing its hand back at its side.
>Seemingly waiting for you to recover, it observes you quietly. After taking a second to recompose yourself, you briefly squeeze Anon closer with your wing.
“Thnks.”
 
>You can’t help but to wear a tiny smile. That little touch gives limitless hope, and more importantly, the genuine display of compassion was for you.
>The thought may be selfish, but you’re allowed every now and then.
>Back to the matter at hoof, where did you station your thoughts? You were travelling down the species route and made a turn at the physiology junction. Ah, that’s right; you explained parts of your body to Anon.
>Hmmm, since Anonymous is concerned with its appearance, a test to see if would lie or not would be best. Let’s start with something that it freely shows.
>With one hoof you cover up the majority of the monkey, and with the other you poke Anon. Next, you tap the only part of the monkey you left visible; the hand. Last comes the hacking motion.
>Trying to properly state the question, you add three more steps. After giving both the Yes/ Same and No/ Different signal, you point to Anon. The sentence is clear in your head, and the simplicity garners some optimism.
>Anonymous; hand; (related); [Yes/ Same] [No/ Different]; Anonymous
>A double clap rings out.
>Yes/ Same.
 
 
>Stupaculous! A yes answer! The meaning for the slashes does seem to signify relation!
>Or similarities, or something else entirely. Don’t let the excitement get the better of you, girl. This just puts your current estimate at 60%/25%/15% respectively. Working with your highest possibility, the answer from Anonymous was truthful.
>Let’s keep pushing. Since Anonymous was sleeping when you peeped, it shouldn’t know you are aware what its feet actually look like. Nevertheless, it did catch you playing with the ‘shoe’, so it may have an idea.
>Leaving the monkey’s foot uncovered, you do the same thing as before.
>Anonymous; foot; (related); [Yes/ Same] [No/ Different]; Anonymous
>After a brief look at the photo, it replies.
>Yes/ Same.
 
>AhA! This is fantastic! You are getting the exact results you were expecting!
‘Now, my little friend, time to find out more about you.’
>Your hoof covers the entirety of the monkey’s body, leaving the picture nearly bare. The only images remaining are some foliage and a wispy tail.
>Anonymous; tail; (related); [Yes/ Same] [No/ Different]; Anonymous
>Anon’s hold on the covers loosens and its head ducks in; turning to its backside. When it pops back out of the shell, it looks at you almost confused. Checking the picture again, it pushes your hoof out of the way for a better view.
>You leave the image uncovered, and direct to the tail; stating your question once more. The answer swiftly comes.
>No/ Different.
 
‘No tail, huh? Or are you hiding something?’
>Your inability to validate the claim burns with searing passion. It has been truthful thus far, but both possibilities remain. If you can verify this, then you can confirm its honesty. There must be some way you can find out.
>The bottom feathers of your wing dust off Anon’s back as you flex in an attempt at a nonchalant feel. Padded fabric denies the sensitive brush of your wingtips bringing a conclusion.
 
 
>Part of you yells to just bump it with your hoof, but you want to avoid touching somewhere new. Such an act could send any number of messages. For all you know, Pinkie and Fluttershy may have unintentionally committed themselves to Anonymous.
>Ha, you can already imagine the ruckus that would bring.
 
>How can you sneak a peek? If you could distract it then maybe…
>Concentrating on the mental image of what Anon would be interested in, a hazy purple mink soon floats in the air. Wide, disbelieving eyes, watch the plain figure groom itself. A leery hand starts to creep towards the airborne mammal; treading carefully as not to startle it.
>You make the shaky model skip a little to the side, causing the other hand to rise as well. Baiting your prey along, you keep the illusion barely within reach forcing Anon to fully extend its limbs.
>As your target’s hold on the covers relax, the fabric sags. With a calculated removal of your wing, the chest high screen falls to encircle Anon’s lap. The little seeker pays no mind as it draws closer to the lure.
>Peering over the exposed back, you try to find any hint of a tail. There does not seem to be one, but unfortunately, the blanket remains piled too high to accurately tell. The only thing uncovered is the bandages set by Fluttershy. Perhaps she saw something when treating Anon? You’ll have to ask her when she gets here.
>A wave of disturbance washes through your magic, and shortly thereafter the sheet you were staring at rises and tightens. Jerking upright, you snap your focus to Anon; its pouty annoyance buries itself in the covers.
 
>The form of your violet mink scatters back and forth before realigning itself properly; recovering from the passing of a solid object. Wrapping yourself around Anonymous again, you nuzzle your cheek on top of its head.
 
 
>Granted that the fact it was willing to show its back to Fluttershy and not you hurt a little, you want to present yourself as accepting of the choice. The decision of who gets to see what really does belong to Anonymous. Balancing research and empathy is getting tougher by the day, and things would be so much easier if you could abandon one.
’I was just playing. I wouldn’t try to hurt you.’
>Neither moving away nor trying to push you off, Anonymous sits there sulking and tightens the surrounding blanket. Chuckling at the display of the moping biped beneath you slightly poking out of the blanket, you try to make light of the situation.
‘Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t try that again. Forgive me, I’m a curious girl.’
>In an effort to make amends, you bring the projection in front of Anonymous. Anon keeps an eye on it, but otherwise does not physically react. Propping yourself up to concentrate, you create a partner for the first mink.
 
>The two furry playmates bound across the floor and dance on top of the book. Pushing your reserves a little further you add your telekinesis to their antics, causing the pages to flip to Mustelidae; the family minks belong to.
>Your wee rascals imitate the pictures of them and their various behaviors. The visual treat works to tempt Anonymous out of cover, and its hand once again swipes through the pair and finds nothing.
’It’s purely magic I’m afraid. Not very good magic at the moment, either.’
>Their job done, you release the pseudo familiars; having them each give a wave and bow before fading away.