Re: The Northern Front
Swift has a front row seat… a log, more likely… to what transpires in the forest. She sees the Celestial Lion get in a few good swipes with its claws at the strange color shifting intruder.. or perhaps, color stealing. Where the claws hit, the creature is covered with patches of golden fur. But color change or not it is wounded, and flees. The lion goes after, and Swift loses sight of them.
Spica pursues, able to keep up with ease. This is a forest, and she is a Unicorn. But quickly, they are out of sight.
The other creature Spica saw, the humanoid wood-thing, runs up to Fica. Who knows it by name.
“Acer,” Fica says, “you look hurt, are you okay?”
Fica does a quick explanation. There is a tribe of strange beings in the forest, called woodlings, who are Humanoid in size and shape but made entirely out of vegetation. Sort of like small Treants. They are normally shy, reclusive beings, but a few are friends of Fica, because she serves the forest goddess, and they live nearby.
“It touched me, and I felt weak,” Acer says, “It was coming here and I wanted to speak to it, but it would not stop. I stepped in front of it and it touched me.”
“The lion chased it away,” Theoderic says. “When Spica gets back she can tell us more. That was quite a lion.”
“The sacred grove here,” Fica says. “It can make summoned things stronger.”
With the immediate threat gone, Fica turns to other concerns. She looks back and forth between Theoderic and Aelasuria, with a troubled expression.
“I want you to know, I wasn’t snubbing anyone,” she says. “You know, why I wasn’t at the wedding.”
“Wedding?” Acer asks.
“Theirs,” Fica says. “It’s just that there were things here, I was needed. I’m always needed.”
“She is needed and helpful,” Acer confirms.