Rabbit claws were not very good for gripping with, and Rilana had to dig her huge floofy feet into Kona's hide to keep her spot on his rolling, lurching back. The gryphon dashed down the cavern away from the entangling moss, his wings coming up to flap furiously at the dead end.

[i][color=fff200]No way out, here![/color][/i][b][color=fff200] Scrawk![/color][/b]

But Svarak called out and Rilana let her tiny black bunny eyes look for something resembling a burrow. It was not hard to find, because both she and the rabbit were eager for some kind of escape from this hellishness. Slipping from Kona's spotted fur, Rilana became a white blur down on the ground, streaking for the blackness of the burrow and disappearing into it with just a flip of her feet behind her.

And then she was falling. Floating. No up or down. Rotating with no direction. No light. No air. Only her tiny nose twitching uselessly and her heart beating frantically. She was dying. It was magic. Like the shield. So many shields. Gasping helplessly in a dark hole in ground, Rilana died.

Kona screeched like one pissed off damn hawk, flapping awkwardly as he was suddenly sucked down through the floor. It was not pleasant and he was even more irritated when his paws and talons slipped gracelessly on the dark frozen lake the group was suddenly perched on.

His sharp eyes did not miss the tiny white fluff ignored by everyone else. Hurrying over, tufted tail swishing worriedly, he leaned down to nudge the rabbit-Rilana. She didn't move. Turning his face, he peered closely with one eye. He would know if she was dead, and as he watched her nose twitched. Satisfied, he picked her up by the scruff. He could feel the tiny rabbit heart fluttering within and followed the rest with a limp bunny dangling from his beak.

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Ortha took all this magical weirdness in stride, following along behind Moira since it was apparent that the Other Moon Fey wouldn't be following her. She didn't understand what she said, but there came a point where she didn't heard Rilana anymore, which meant she couldn't hear the Grumpy Gryphon either. Her tail flipped back and forth and her two heads swiveled independently. There was a strange smell about Moira now. Ortha peered up at the humanoid shape locked inside the glowing crystal thing and blinked, a vague sense of familiarity about it. But the balauradon remained fairly placid until the skeletons began to move. She had a boney leg in her mouth and backed away from the skeleton it was trying to reattach to, growling possessively.