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[HUFF.]

Because...! Because...

I dunno.

But no injuries, for certain?

[ He can't help worrying. ]

[she twitches an arm, considering the appeal of just laying there and turning into mold over a long period of time.

she'd probably have to piss before then and move anyway.

sigh.

slowly, she sits up on her elbows, looking around before focusing on the little dragon.]

...You really are a twiggy little thing, huh.

In this compact form, yes.

[ Bahamut is typically what people call "kaiju". ]

The typical size of my Eikonic form is far too large to be manageable in densely forested areas.

Bet it'd put all those hoity-toity fae in line, huh?

Or terrify them, if they've good sense.

[she sits upright...then slouches forward, arms in her lap for a beat before she sluggishly bends to reach for and untie the rope around her ankles.]

I'd have done it by now. Fuck this place.

My court makes patience extremely challenging... Yet that is one thing I would not risk.

[ Twinside was not something that happened by his choice or will, and accordingly he doesn't remember it, but its aftermath haunts him still. ]

That's why you're a better person than whatever the fuck I am. Lucky fae. [she kicks one foot free with a huff, drawing her knee up to prop an arm on.]

I wouldn't say it makes me better, only that I have enough on my conscience.

[ The weight of the lives lost due to his own weakness assures him he's not better. ]

[she rolls onto her knees, then gets to her feet, swaying in place once before settling.]

Stick with me, and your conscience will be crystal-clean. C'mon. [she starts to trudge again, eyes on the ground.]

[ His little dragon body straightens as he sits up on his haunches, spreading his wings. Before he moves from the stump, severall small spheres of light appear around him and fan out over the path ahead.

Then he takes to the air. ]

It should be easier to see this way.

[she shields her eyes until they adjust, grimacing. Fuck, it's faerie fire juiced up!]

Yeah, us and whoever might be out here hunting in the fuckin' woods... [but she's too tired to get worked up and just goes with it, making her way to denser brush to inspect.

while rummaging:] It's...still kinda pissing me off. That I know what this shit is now. I didn't ask to know this crap. But now I know if I mix this thing [she snaps a sprig of something] in a drink, I could make them burst into hives. Which I guess is handy, but...

It's happening again. People are putting shit in my head again.

[...]

It's not like...telling you that changes anything. So...whatever.

People from among our...group?

[ He asks, perching on a nearby branch. ]

[she shakes her head.]

I, I don't know. I just--I...I looked at things. Drinks and, and plant...shit...and I just. Knew.

[shooting a look over at him:] It didn't happen to you? Knowing...some shit you've never known before?

[ The dragon's little horned head tilts curiously as he considers this. ]

No. I believe my court assignment did not thus influence me, but during the fog, I first found myself in an underground location I was unfamiliar with. At that time, I had intuitions which I should not, and I do still, at times.

[she exhales a nervous sound before she clenches her jaw, moving on.]

We're just...just fucking toys. Animals to play with. We're not saving shit, Dee.

It remains to be seen. But there would be a reckoning were that to be the case.

[ There is little use fighting possibility. It exists.

Yet he thinks Echo will sorely regret it if that is the truth. ]

You better let me watch you laser the fuck out of everything. I feel entitled to at least that. [the nonsense possibility is a little comforting, even if it is at Dion's conscience's expense. sorry not sorry.

though she is feeling a twinge of...comfort? at having complained at all? wow it's like bottling all this fury and despair up inside and letting it fester is bad but venting a little to someone like a person is good.]

If the day comes, I'll not deny you that.

[ Her and one other friend who's been skeptical of all this for quite some time.

He continues to kite through the air just off to the side of her, easily seen. ]

[it's left at that, with whatever bitter swill of thoughts had leaked out stoppered back up as Scarlet gets back on task, encouraged by the variety of plants around. this is...definitely not Knife's bag - they're not a fuckin' druid - but the prospect of this particular quest...]

Naha--! Finally. [she plucks a sprig of yaupon and holds it up.] This is the shit I need. There better be a whole lot of it; it's gotta last the rest of this damn trip and maybe then some.

[ Pop the stopper out more often Knife, it's healthy.

Dion cranes his little dragon neck to peer at the plant with a rattling sound that might be a hum but sounds more akin to a cat's purr. ]

You need that much of this plant?

[ He shifts his weight, leaning on the elbows of his wings. ]

I can survey the area for more.