Warmed by Loren's support, Jigano sent his fellow Attuned a pulse of gratitude before all hell broke loose in the hedges. Dislodging his own squirrelly attackers he nodded at the agreement to book it and began to lead the way, using his own magic to control the hedge thorns and turn them against the squirrels that tried to hide in ambush inside the magical maze's walls. The narrow path with its overgrown 'ceiling' of branches prevented them from simply flying away at first, but soon enough the bard was able to lead them back to broader avenues. He cleared the path ahead while Loren guarded their backs, and eventually the blue sky of late afternoon showed clear enough beyond.
A little further to prevent the hedge from throwing any last minute tendrils to block their way and the men were able to change into winged forms to make good their retreat, chased by the ire of squirrels and a basso rumble that may have been the audible discontent of the maze below.
It would be some time before the memory of those below faded...
Or at least a few days. Even Speaking Squirrels weren't that bright.
{Finished}
A little further to prevent the hedge from throwing any last minute tendrils to block their way and the men were able to change into winged forms to make good their retreat, chased by the ire of squirrels and a basso rumble that may have been the audible discontent of the maze below.
It would be some time before the memory of those below faded...
Or at least a few days. Even Speaking Squirrels weren't that bright.
{Finished}
