Description: A lot of Neopians would love to be a faerie. Koph would love to be anything BUT a faerie.
Description: One of the reasons most Neopians preferred the new portal system over sailing for traveling, Roxias decided, was that if they just transported themselves to another land they wouldn't have to worry about turning into petsicles while traveling during the winter.
Description: "I'll take the east wing. You check the west one," Roxias whispered. Scout nodded, and handed him something. He looked down and saw a garlic bulb necklace.
Description: "How long can it possibly take to agree on the price of a pizza?" wondered Roxias aloud. He looked over at Pizzaroo and shook his head. "They've been at this for ten minutes already!"
"We've got your Elbuort friend. If you want him to live, you will do exactly what we say."
Description: "We're supposed to job shadow someone for Career Week," announced Avatar Elbuort one evening at dinner.
Description: "TIME TRAVEL!" the woman screamed suddenly.
Description: "And yet Sophie doesn't think he's an evil wizard?!" muttered Scout, eyeing the landscape before her in disbelief. "Who else lives in a neohome like this?"
Description: "Well, it might involve the two of us--"
"Oh boy, here we go."
"--retrieving this artefact called the Mirror of Dartis from the tomb of Avaryss the Terrible."
Description: If Xin or one of his younger siblings brought up wanting to be a knight, he'd probably recommend them sticking to something less dangerous, like baking.
Description: "We're lost," declared Madge after the group had circled back to the same oasis for the third time.
Description: Hansuke had never seen such joy as that which lit up Fyora's face when she saw the Mirror. "You found it!"
Description: Next Roxias gazed at the lupess for a moment, his ears drooping slightly as he did. But then his ears, as well as his body, straightened up, and he carefully stowed the picture in the pocket of his tunic right over his heart. “I will make good, Mam. I promise.
Description: "Welcome to Max's Inn. How may I help you, sir or...or mentor...no, that not right...magistrate?...Macaulay...?"
Description: While lupes are much better at seeing in the dark than, say, a human, the jungle was still very dim for him, and he could hardly believe Scout could track anything in this darkness. "Are you sure you can see his tracks?"
Description: "While you're out, could you bring me a taco?" called Scout as the two hurried off. "Prison food is terrible- annnnd, they're gone."
The jumble of incoherency sounded out gruffly with the occasional interruption of a hard metal wrench banging on what appeared to be - a new experiment.