Location: 
Nids End
[@Pyromania99]
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“...Ah.” Sarah smiled as she’d remove herself from Luna, kneeling on the ground next to her with a small smile. “Thank you, but if I allow you to heal me more, I think the elf you brought along would murder me.”

True as she said, Sucaria, though her face betrayed not much emotion…there was a subtle, small narrowing of her eyes. A glare pointed right towards Sarah as she’d quickly move over, nearly knocking the other elf over as she’d pull Luna to her feet, wrapping her hands around Luna’s arms.

“Lady Luna,” Sucaria quietly began. “...hm…your head really is…hard.” She’d comment, starting to address some bruises on the knights head. “I have some healing salve with me…it should help some.”

“Ahaha, you know what works more?” Sarah smiled, grabbing Luna by the shoulder and dragging her back to the group of elves. “Drink, Dancing, and a bit of storytelling! Come, I’ll tell you about that demon I slew!”

“Lady Luna has had enough of this drink and dancing…we should be returning to Airedale.” Sucaria interjected.

Location: 
Hjrelskins Fall, Forest
[@Crimson Paladin][@BrokenPromise]
[hr]

Luana’s spear began growing, much like the roots that were trying to bind its owner. Coiling around the tree, attempting to bind it and restrain it with its own roots, entangling and fighting it. This, only slowed it down so much, restraining it just enough for the roots above that had formed into an oddly shaped human fist to be slowed enough for Elnith to deflect the incoming blow, swinging her blade, cutting deep through the wood and severing several small branches and twigs.

In the same instant, Lugh would make a movement to disengage slightly from the tree - only to immediately have his face sprayed with skunk.

“Bweh!? W-wha Luana why!” He’d shout, being distracted just long enough to feel a root wrap around his ankle, pulling him up into the air and promptly aimed to smash the young Tuatha into the ground. Thankfully the youth was a bit more reactive than that, taking a short blade from its sheath and cutting the roots holding him, landing on his feet.
But then, all of a sudden, there was silence.

The tree would briefly cease its movements as the cracking and breaking of wood could be heard. Luana’s spear was trying to hold the tree in place, fighting for control of its own roots while Ethelred was simultaneously trying to split the thing's interior open.

And split, it would.

The trees movements would resume, starting to get more frantic. A heavy grouping of branches struck towards Ethelred, trying to envelop the frozen knight, trying to stop his movement while its second ‘hand’ grabbed a hold of the crack that had formed and started to pull on it, trying to pull the crack wider and further apart.

…and then it tried to, of all things, [i]flee[/i]

It ceased using its roots to defend itself, and instead tried to drag itself away from the group of knights, using its roots to pull and drag itself along the ground.

Queens Quarters
[@VitaVitaAR]
[hr]

Vyrell let Fio vent her frustrations as he’d merely sigh, starting to take note of the absolute messy and chaotic state of the queens bedchambers. The bed itself was a mess. While they were well taken care of, they hadn’t been made and left in a state of disarray. What seemed to be plates of food had been left a bit carelessly out, several books, half read lay open on a desk, and a few training blades had been left where the queen had simply likely used them last. There was also the issue of her common clothes just liberally being laid in a pile, though the more fancy clothing she wore at least were put up neatly in a closet.

“You would think she would be a little more aware of her position.” Vyrell soon would reply with a sigh. “She’s made a habit of disappearing like this if I’m not watching her every five seconds and nothing she deems important is going on.” The knight frowned, glancing out of the open balcony door. “I don’t know if it's trust in us or carelessness on her part. I do not doubt her majesty can take care of herself, but leaving without letting anyone know where she is is rather careless.”

Vyrell started collecting the leftover plates of food.

“If nothing else, I’d like to know what she’s doing.”