[h3][color=lightblue]TEAM RUTABAGA[/color][/h3]
Meryn started when the paper sparked and split. Too taken with this new discovery, she didn't hear most of what Spook had to say. Something about… killing something? Or no, they were supposed to catch something. Meryn just brushed it off, trusting she'd be able to figure it out later, and if nothing else, she could just follow whatever the others were doing. She'd always been good at thinking on the fly. 

Edging closer to the garland, green eyes focused and bright, Meryn crept her hand closer to the garland. The silver bell tied to her branch tinkled with each movement, measuring her breaths. She studied the odd insignias decorating each paper. They looked different from Spook's tattoos or the engraving on the tree. So… [i]ornate[/i] compared to the simple script. Meryn leaned in more, uncaring of the way the branch creaked under her weight, fingers reaching out to trace the markings. If she touched one again, would it have the same reaction? What even had the power to make it do that? 

[i]Magic?[/i]

The corner of her mouth turned up at the thought, her heart skipping a beat. Meryn's hand was a breath away from the garland when suddenly a mewling chirp made her jump. The bells and leaves gasped as she caught her balance again, looking for the source of the sound. Her eyes widened when they fell on the creature that had called her up into the canopy in the first place. It was an odd little… cat… lizard… bird? It was nestled on a branch a few feet away from her, half hidden in the leaves. Its eyes, as big and curious as her own, followed her, taking in every inch. Meryn tilted her head to the side and it copied the movement. She tilted to the other, and her smile grew as it followed her again. Whatever this creature was, it was awfully cute. 

Ever so slowly, she raised her hand to her face and put a finger to her lips. The creature sat up a bit straighter, watching intently. Meryn turned her attention back to the garland and crept forward again, glancing at the ground far below her in her peripheral, nerves lacing with her curiosity. She doubted she was supposed to be doing this. It was probably dangerous. A poorly executed fall from this height certainly was.

Her smile turned impish. Meryn reached forward and grabbed at the paper.