[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Castle Exterior
[b]Interactions:[/b] Velvet, Odin [@Holy Soldier], Slayer [@Lugubrious]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 374[/center]

 As far as mounts go, there were worse choices than Quina that Velvet could have made, but not many. It wasn't the weight of the girl that slowed Quina down, nor his (or her) lack of speed, but Quina's endless capacity to be surprised, intrigued or curious about anything that resembled food. The forest provided plenty of opportunities to stop and smell the roses, and then eat them. No amount of cheek pulling, tongue tugging, kicks to the side or impassioned pleas to get on with things would speed Quina up. So the mount, and her (or his) rider, were late to the fight.

 In the confusion of the fight, the fire and the smoke, Quina began searching for his (or her) team, and tried very hard indeed not to get in the way of the action until she'd found the rest of her team-mates. Quina's capacity to simply ignore things that didn't fit in with her (or his) view of the world proved useful, as rather than worrying about a man calling himself Oswald (who, Quina dimly remembered, she was supposed to be distracting, or something along those lines) or the raging fires, Quina focused on the sounds of voices, listening out for the sounds of particular voices over the din of battle. Finally, Quina heard it - the elegant, dramatic voice of Slayer, the last remaining member of Quina's team. It didn't really matter now what Velvet wanted, Quina was going to help their team, and so ran towards Slayer.

 Then Quina saw him, and his opponent, and the way in which the former approached the latter. From Quina's perspective, it looked very much like Slayer needed help. Raising her fork towards the heavens, Quina waved it around in a way that looked less like the weird chef was trying to cast a spell, and more like a strange little dance that would, if successful, summon a very large pumpkin above the head of the equally large Odin. Perhaps it'd give Slayer an opening. Perhaps it'd somehow injure the giant. Either way, as far as Quina was concerned as she (or he) danced about a little ways behind Slayer, there'd be a pumpkin at the end of it all, and pumpkins are delicious.