From a small but growing puff of dust far down the path that leads from the CIS realm, the snail makes his way slowly back home deep into the cool forest, packed with bags on his shell, from the far away CIS cities where he was buying stock and herbs for his secret potions..
The snail snarls with a tiny voice at the vampire and dragons, being afraid they're huge feet and claws might crush him, then laughs to himself, as he remembers a secret magical potion he knows how to make from his herbs and age old bubbling liquids he keeps, that could turn them all into flying mosquitos buzzing around the trees, in constant fear of being swatted, or falling into a spiders snare..
He thinks back to his days shopping in the CIS cities, and is troubled by his thoughts there.? The snail passed many storefronts there, as usual, but felt a strange attraction this trip, one he'd rarely felt before.? The snail was mysteriously attracted more than usual to the feminine things in the windows, colorful beautiful things that filled the shops he walked past.. The snail actually bought a few small trinkets from the shops, but hid them at the bottom of his bags, not wanting them to be discovered.. The tiny snail felt odd thinking about them, but was excited and intrigued to admire them once back home, within the safety and privacy of the unicorn forest..