I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It was all rather silly. Chasing a mist horse and racing through the jungle, but Maeve needed a bit of silliness. She laughs, sprinting after Melita and vaulting over fallen limbs, pushing through greenery, and giving chase to the Honeybee rather recklessly. Perhaps it was their childish antics that sent that horse further into the mist or perhaps it would have chosen to go that way anyway. It didn't matter one way or another.
Aidon, noticing that Fangorn was left behind, circles back to swoop down and pick his friend up in his claws with a trill. He gives the gourd the equivalent of a grin, head hanging down as he ducks and weaves through the trees, orange eyes bright.
Only when they all reach the edge of the lake do they slow down. Maeve plants her hands on her knees, peering out into the mist as the water ripples, "I wonder if it likes fish or something? Maybe we can lure it out that way."
Maeve suggests using fish to temp it out.
Aidon, noticing that Fangorn was left behind, circles back to swoop down and pick his friend up in his claws with a trill. He gives the gourd the equivalent of a grin, head hanging down as he ducks and weaves through the trees, orange eyes bright.
Only when they all reach the edge of the lake do they slow down. Maeve plants her hands on her knees, peering out into the mist as the water ripples, "I wonder if it likes fish or something? Maybe we can lure it out that way."
Maeve suggests using fish to temp it out.
Maeve
