The small Abyssal Mata Mata had perhaps been chased out of the Grotto by larger, stronger denizens. It looked like the runt of its nest as Sila hunted and harried it into view. Inky black feathers were tattered and it moved as though injured as it slithered and flapped to evade her fierce advance.
It wasn't that it didn't see Melita and Hadama, but Fangorn's waving vines were a distraction that it had not been prepared for and it squawked in outrage as one nearly caught its tail. There was a moment where it hung still, caught between its forward momentum and its mad flapping scramble to back away from the glowing-eyed gourd, and that was when Melita's staff struck it with a solid bonk upon its noggin.
A tiny squeak of air was knocked from its beak and it fell flat on the ground, wings flapping weakly as it tried to continue its escape on instinct though it was too dazed to pick a direction.
Hadama stepped forward to quickly scoop it into the cage and lock the door before giving his fellow demigod a nod of gratitude for her unerring aim. "Home?" he asked of the fiery-haired Honeybee.
It wasn't that it didn't see Melita and Hadama, but Fangorn's waving vines were a distraction that it had not been prepared for and it squawked in outrage as one nearly caught its tail. There was a moment where it hung still, caught between its forward momentum and its mad flapping scramble to back away from the glowing-eyed gourd, and that was when Melita's staff struck it with a solid bonk upon its noggin.
A tiny squeak of air was knocked from its beak and it fell flat on the ground, wings flapping weakly as it tried to continue its escape on instinct though it was too dazed to pick a direction.
Hadama stepped forward to quickly scoop it into the cage and lock the door before giving his fellow demigod a nod of gratitude for her unerring aim. "Home?" he asked of the fiery-haired Honeybee.
