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[color=F49CD0][b][color=F745AA]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=F745AA]Location:[/color][/b] Further off from Guavav Village than before - [i]LOST[/i]
[b][color=F745AA]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Helo] Cyrus [@13org] Viola [@Alivefalling] Dante [@FunnyGuy] Darius [@Samreaper] Menzai
[b][color=F745AA]Equipment: [/color][/b] [url=i.imgur.com/c5qvwo2.png] Staff[/url] with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), [url=i.imgur.com/TaYvpXm.png]Her bag[/url], Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
[b][color=F745AA]Attire:[/color][/b][url=i.imgur.com/94wWkWn.png]Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes[/url], A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, [url=i.imgur.com/JlOUqBy.png]amulet with Millinia Crest[/url], wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets 

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A sudden gust of wind lifted Phia's pink hair, causing her to turn around and gaze in astonishment. Colossal wings swept through the air as the roc descended downward, a whirlwind of dust and leaves sent in a frenzy through the air with movement. Through the haze, the fairy caught glimpses of the roc's immense form. The air became charged as colossal wings sliced through the atmosphere.  The ground quivered beneath Phia's feet, and a surge of terror paralyzed her, leaving her unable to move.

As the menacing shadow loomed over her, the roc's wide maw descended closer, threatening to engulf her. Phia's body trembled with fear, her instinct urging her to escape. In that critical moment, she felt a forceful push that sent her sprawling onto the ground with a resounding [color=F745AA]"oof!"[/color] Phia hadn't needed to see who pushed her to know how it had been. Phia scrambled up on her palms and looked over. At first, all she saw was the Roc's shut beak and she gripped her head. Somehow it felt her life had flashed before her eyes more than it had when she thought she had been about to die. Her mind started to reel with flashes of horrifying images, flooding her thoughts like fragments of a shattered nightmare. Through the sudden sensory overload, she suddenly screamed.

[color=F745AA]"Menzaaaiii!!"[/color]

Phia's voice pierced the air, a desperate cry that resonated through the surroundings. Fueled by adrenaline, she suddenly fluttered upward, her eyes scanning for Menzai's figure. Relief washed over her when she spotted him flung to the side. With urgency, she flew toward him, her face etched with panic. She practically jarringly crash-landed onto her knees, scraping them up in the dirt as she came to a halt beside him. In a rare occurrence for Phia, tears brimmed in her eyes at the sight of the blood pooling. She paid no mind to it and she pulled Menzai's head onto her lap and then placed her hands on the remnants of his arm to heal the skin. Her hands began to glow with white light, illuminating the bloody duo into view.

Her gaze darted anxiously around the area, searching for any trace of his severed arm. Sighing with resignation, she shifted her attention back to Menzai's face. [color=F745AA] "...It's going to be okay Menzai."[/color] Phia told him softly, her voice choking up with emotion. [color=F745AA] "I'm going to protect you this time.."[/color] She clenched her jaw as the ground began to suddenly shake. Phia glanced over her shoulder at the others in time to watch as Cyrus and Viola had been attacking the giant bird. Then, all of a sudden, it started to sink out of view into the ground. At that moment, an oversized hand of dirt grabbed the roc and began to squeeze it in its grasp. Phia had stared on with shock. She hadn't realized the extent of the human's powers and what they were already capable of so early on. 

Overhearing Darius's voice, Phia longed to rush to her friends' aid, but she knew she had to prioritize completing Menzai's healing first. With determination, she refocused her attention on him, blocking out the chaos unfolding around them. It hadn't seemed like Menzai was conscious, but in the case he regained it, she wanted to try to ease him.  Carefully, she freed one hand and brought it to his face, her fingertips tracing a gentle path down his cheek. She would return her fingers back to the beginning of their trail to repeat the action again once they reached his jawline. She began to hum quietly to him a soft melody that had once flowed from his mother's lips while she cooked, years ago.[/color]