The ragged path through
the lonely mountains leads you to a windswept valley,
torn by the ravages of time yet somehow inviting and
welcoming. This path leads you down to a relatively
clear area by the side of swift running water, the trees
sparse. All the music and rhythm of the world suddenly
fill your sense. Your ears are filled with the sounds of
a drum beating, your mind filled with images of grand
parties and the rhythm of dance. The intoxicating sound
of drums grows ever louder and your step picks up with a
skip, dancing in tune with the music.
figure appears on the other side of the creek, carrying
with him a drum, a large grin on his face. You had
barely noticed him when he yells, "Havin' a good time?"
your rhythms, you absently mindedly call out in
response, "I am! I sure am!"
hear!" He says in response. Carefully, he skips across
some large stones that jut out of the water, so as to
not slip and be carried away by the current. "So, what
bring you here, huh? Come to hear the music?"
actually notice him for the first time. Strangely he
seems to be some sort of cross between a cat or a dog
and a horse; his body is like that of a horse, yet he is
the owner of paws. Noticably on his behind is an image
one might expect to see on a carved pumpkin out for
Halloween. The drum he carries appears to be very
well-loved. He flicks his short mane and gives you a
smile in welcoming. "Name's Jack, by the way. That's
what people call me, at least. I'm a C'Bana. First and
only one 'round these parts."
telling him your name, you ask, "Aren't you lonely here,
"I wander a
lot, seeing new people, playing my music," he says
happily, "As long as I have music, I don't think I'll
ever be lonely."