Oh dear. The N'yari was going to kidnap her priestess. Which would mean another side-quest to rescue her. Which would mean [i]another [/i]distraction. Taking her away from what she really wanted to do. Namely saving the Flower Kingdoms from the Dominion, from the Prophecy of Mars and from itself (and also saving her girlfriend from all of the above too).

[i]No.[/i]

Not today.

No more [i]distractions[/i].

Kalaya felt like she was ... well, herding cats would be a potentially insensitive description right now, wouldn't it, but that's what it felt like. Constantly having to chivvy, guard and just plan old [i]force [/i]things to stay on track. Well, there was a limit to her patience, and that limit was now getting tested.

"Okay. HOLD. UP!" she yells.

The N'yari gives a very un-ferocious squeak of surprise as something grabs it around the middle and [i]lifts [/i]it, all the however-many-pounds-of-muscle-and-fur of it, into the air. Puzzled, surprised, it looks around for a moment before refocusing on the voice coming from beneath.

"Now. You are going to [i]behave[/i]. Or I am going to plant you [i]right back[/i] into the mud you just crawled out of!" yells the small princess, who is a hairs-breadth away from suplexing it.

"Is. That. [i]CLEAR?[/i]"

[Boxcars on defy disaster - the dice want to keep things on track. And now I can check one more thing of my Kalaya bucket-list.]