Foxglove eyes both Skobeloff and the ribbon suspiciously for a minute before eventually lowering her sewing needle. She glances over her shoulder at the other pixies, who all nodded eagerly towards her, before taking the ribbon. "This," she says. "Will suffice as thanks." She wraps the ribbon around the hilt of her needle before sheathing it in her belt. "You say you know where the rest of our people are? Can you perhaps take us to them?"

Tamba also spoke up. [color=77DD77]"And you know where the other dragons are?"[/color] she adds hopefully.

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At Stargaze's roar, the black dragon takes an involuntary step back, clearly startled by the white dragon's bravery. It turns its gaze towards the other members of the group, first Fellwing, then Shieldwing, then finally Kyte and Alpin, fixing each of them with that same searching eyeless stare. When it doesn't seem to find what it's looking for, it turns its head back towards Stargaze and lets out another horrible growl. Like Fellwing had in her earlier vision, Stargaze gets the sense of something looking through the creature back at her. She has no way of knowing who this strange other watcher is, but she feels undoubtedly that it feels a great rage towards her and that today, she has made a great most terrible enemy.

The black dragon's growls eventually cease as it spreads its wings and begins to lift off from the ground. It rising up into the trees, pausing for a moment to hover just in the group's line of sight as if gives on last look at each of them before it gives a final beat of its wings and takes off into the sky. 

Almost the exact moment the black dragon is out of sight, the forest suddenly feels different. The group can feel the slightest of breezes start to blow through the trees, coursing the leaves to rattle ever so slightly. The shadows cast by the trees feel a lot less oppressive and through the foliage, the group can make out faint moonbeams breaking through gaps in the leaves. Most notably, the vines that crisscrossed through the area, while still present, no longer look so impassable, and the thorns that cover them no longer so sharp. It will still take some effort to clear through this area, but it no longer feels like an impossible task. With the right amount of manpower, this area can be made passable once more, and a proper search for those entangled within can finally begin.