A few days later, the panda wasn't in very good shape. He was scared silly
by all the sounds around him and was sure he was going to be eaten by
Which brought about another problem. Food. He had no idea what would be
okay for him to eat or not, and by this time he was wishing that old
wizard was still around.
True, he was smelly and mean and a overly confident coward, but atleast
with him he'd been fed properly, even if it there were long waits in
When he wasn't running around in fright he was huddled beneath a tree,
thinking his situation over and coming up with nothing he liked.
Finally, on the third day, his savior arrived. At first he was sure he
Shannara had taken to wandering the woods in what ever form striked her
as interesting. It was oddly comforting to just aimlessly drift around as
some animal, with no worries in the world.
On one such venture she decided to try out a wild cat.... she met a curious
little red creature...... what followed was immencly interesting to the aspiring
As soon as he saw her the little creature darted away.
She chased him. And chased him some more. Finaly she got close enough to
get a good look at him. This had to end. His screaming was going to draw
A pounce and she had the thing pinned down.
"Please! I'm sorry! Don't eat me!"
Were her current form capable, she would have laughed. The poor thing.
She didn't know what it was, but it was kind of cure in it's own special way
Without another thought she picked it up in strong cat jaws and carried
The panda grumbled and begged and complained and pleaded for the entire trip.
When they got to the castle, he shut up. For about a minute. Then he
was full blown jabbering again.
"What on earth are you doing with me? Were are we going? Who are you?
What are you? Hey, that hurts! If you're going to eat me will you please
get it over with already? Hey, were are we?"
He was still jibbering when Shannara dropped him on the floor of the study
and shifted back to her normal self. That gave him something new to talk about.
"Wow, you're a wizard arn't you? What are you going to do with me? You
don't eat panda do you? I...."
"Quiet! I've heard quite enough from you! I'm trying to help you, you
The, what had he called himself? Panda. Yes, the panda wasn't seeming
all that cute anymore. Instead she was extremely frustrated with him.
"Oh. In that case, I'm hungry."
A few hours later the panda was sleeping soundly on a blanket in front
of the fire.
Pat watched it, unamused.
"Why did you bring that -thing- here?"
"It seemed to be in trouble."
"It is trouble. I've never seen anything quite so...."
"No, cute wasn't the word I was looking for. More like...."
Pat growled. "No. Exactly the opposite in fact. It's a nuicance."
Shannara laughed. "You're just jealouse."
"Am not. What's to be jealouse of? He's nothing more than a dirty little
"Ah, I think he's cute. Just don't tell him I said that."
Pat shook his head slightly. "Don't worry, I would never dream of doing
such a thing."
With that he walked out, off to do whatever it was cats did. Probably sleep.
Shannara watched the panda for a little while longer.
It had vaguely told her were it came from, causing her to feel pity for
It had no name, no home that it could remember. It's former master had
been anything but nice. If you could trust his discription.
And what was more, it had power. She could feel it. What that might mean
was a different matter entirely.
He awoke a short time later, ate, went back to sleep again. A few days
and it was more than apparent that he was not in any way willing to earn
Pat thought they should throw him out.
And he still had no name.
It was a bit of a problem for Shannara. "Hey you" only worked for so long.
Finally one day after it awoke from an overly long nap, blinking up at
her, it struck her.
"You know what? I think I'll call you Blink. All you ever do is eat sleep and
blink your eyes at me. Fitting yes?"
The panda, or Blink, nodded. "Indeed."