Rhiannon reached out and slapped Flint before standing up and holding a hand out to help him up.

[b]"Slap delivered in full. Do that again and I swear I'll sing you into having nightmares for a week!"[/b] Flint's ability had dawned on her fairly quickly but it had still panicked her initially and she feared her own weakness of the lungs might manifest itself with her increased heart rate but thankfully she had been able to swallow the blood back down before it exited her throat. She suspected the vampire girl would know anyway but hopefully not even the werewolves would have had a chance to detect the blood.

[b]"Well according to humans my race stole children to turn them into us and played tricks on people so that they'd walk off of cliffs and the like so I guess most of the world hates all of us, huh? Still, I guess that's why we're all here. Anyways, I guess it's my turn for show-and-tell?"[/b] She noticed a few saplings that had managed to rise between the cracks of the ground and had been crushed by Flint's fall.

[b]"Well, most of you know my unique ability to influence emotions or instincts through song, poetry or anything rhythmic. My power as an [i]Ellyll[/i] is like this..."[/b] She knelt down by the saplings and touched the one that seemed the least likely to survive. It began to jerk before standing tall again. There was a pause and then it began to grow rapidly with cobbled stones underneath them all rising as roots began to thicken and lengthen. In under a minute a fully-grown oak towered above them, its foliage fully grown and gloriously green even in the relative shadow of the castle wall. Rhiannon sighed tiredly, leaning against the trunk of the tree she had just created and gestured at it warily.

[b]"The [i]Ellyll[/i] are kind of like tree sprites and dryads but we can control water, and to some extent fauna as well as flora, so tending to plants in this manner is much easier for us."[/b]