Quest

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    A beautiful cream she-cat slowly padded through the desert. She was worn and tired but her fur still shone brightly in the moonlight. Carfully she glided up to a tall temple. Carvings of cats from years earlier peered from the limestone. Kneeling at the center she closed her eyes. "I have come to accept a quest." the she-cat said, her voice echoing of the walls.
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    Wow, the sacred forge was really broad and various in what could be considered their land. The caracal laid on a rock she had pushed up to the top of the temple herself, and, with a yawn, she purred, "Ok." She tapped her claw expectantly for a moment before continuing, "Write me a poem at least 5 lines long about a shrine for silver. Feel free to interpret the topic however you want."

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    The pretty she-cat sat down and began to chant a Kyrielle poem.


    In the glinting of the moonlight,
    A tall silver statue stands bright.
    It's arms outstretched to the sky,
    A silver shrine that reaches high.


    In its arms a bowl it carries,
    piled high with fruits and cherrys.
    It's said to be a myth and a lie,
    A silver shrine that reaches high.


    Travelers come from far and wide,
    but the worshiped always seem to hide.
    Gifts of silk, gold, incense and dye,
    A silver shrine that reaches high.


    Good luck it brings to those,
    who bend on knees to kiss it's toes.
    A sight to see with the setting nigh,
    A silver shrine that reaches high.
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    Eureka listened, orbs unsteady for a few moments as if she was watching the words unfold before her. "Mmhm," she hummed, pausing. "Sending your reward currently."