[color=8882be]"I knew this was a bad idea,"[/color] Liors sighed to no one in particular. She was gloriously dirt-free, thanks to a trick called 'no one is talking to me and I'm not talking to them so I guess that I'll stay back here and vaguely follow'. From where she was, she saw some familiar faces, some not, being pulled under by the treants. Picking up the pace, she walked briskly up to where they were struggling. Was it even possible to get out of that by yourself, she wondered. Most likely not, unless you had some kind of dirt-magic.

But she was getting sidetracked. She knelt down beside Rhea, digging at some of the soil around her, grimacing at her hands as the dirt began to build up on them. It didn't really help, so she stopped. Even with others, it could take a fair while to get out. Not to mention, it must be pretty uncomfortable down there,
[color=8882be]"Could you, um, let them go? Just a little bit is fine,"[/color] she said, voice trembling before the treants. They were trees, but they were strong trees. [color=8882be]"Or not. If you don't want to. It would be nice if you did, and if we could go in the forest but- um."[/color]

Liors went quiet suddenly, mortified. That was too many words, and to the treants of all things! She wished the ground could swallow her up, which could actually happen here. Face still red, she picked up again, speaking shakier than before, if that were possible.
[color=8882be]"Sorry. I'm, um, sorry. Nevermind."[/color]