[PQ] rivers belong where they can ramble

Deimos Was that…a success? Not one to lean too heavily into any victory, small, trivial, and rare as they were, the beast took note of the larger portions maneuvered, hastening them to the shoreline, where they could be divided and conquered later. His eyes went to Loren briefly, understanding any slowness and listlessness on his part was going to make things more difficult for the Firebrand. Another rumble of his vocals ricocheted, intended for the Healer. “Let me know if it becomes too much,” and then he could try and stave the water away on his own. Then he coincided with the earthen incantations again, striving for more, more, more, intending to take further contortions out of the river. Zuriel tilted her head vaguely at the Fae and burros. If unicorns could shrug, she would’ve, but instead the mare hastened forward, lowering her nose towards the ones who’d opted to not follow Juniper’s advice. An insistence they turn, they hasten, towards the treats instead, rather than make the matters worse. A part of the mare’s mind noted it’d be a singular warning, not unlike her bonded, in that repercussions could follow quickly, if the burros didn’t mind or heed her proclamations. Unicorns always beheld a certain level of pride and arrogance, after all. Why shouldn’t they listen to her? -- Deimos attempts to use his earth magic again to move more of the blockage. Zuriel tries to help Juniper, insistent to the rogue burros that they should follow the Fae. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime