Once upon a time two little baskets lay in a secluded grove. Alone? No no. This is the grove of the family they were born to. This was a family of animal whisperers with a fondness for mice. They were small creatures, no bigger than the size of wild cat (roughly 1 to 2 feet tall) and were as close as a family could get. They were a gentle sort, making flowers and raising mice to be grand companions to other Soquili.
But one day a storm hit their little haven and the river nearby swelled above it's banks and ran over. Those who could ran took to higher ground, and those who couldn't were assailed by the deep water and debris. Including two very small baskets.
A cry rose over the roar of the water as the mother of the baskets watched in dismay as her children were swept away on the angry currents.
When the waters calmed and shrank away, there sat two lonely baskets far from their home...
(While I have no current plots in mind for the basket stage, if you have something in mind, feel free to offer!)
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