Dee

Dee was having a crisis of enormous proportions, at least in her viewpoint. She had left Catch in a panic, racing back toward the Harigga in search of her Master, only to find out He had left on a scouting trip. Of all the luck and timing, she fretted.

Her luck continued, having a particularly odd sense of humor. Dee stumbled upon Master Fonce not once, but at least three times over the coming days. All the times she had tried to help Catch find him to no avail, seemed to reward her...now. Except now she didn't want to find him. It was the last person she wanted to speak to ...now. Each time she spotted him, she ducked quickly into the shadows and stepped lively in the opposite direction.

Dee was growing beside herself with worry over the right course of action. She avoided most of her friends, and the hardest was proving to be Catch. The two women often met throughout the day to share tasks and chores and even just each other's company. Then Dee thought of..a healer. Of course...she needed to see a healer!