Grim Rose dragged Sylvorpa to shore and ripped into it's thin flesh. Grim Rose started to eat the Sylvorpa.

Little Red: aka Red~Adult: 3 years (20 years in species)~ ?

The Bulbori growled at the zolinix raising herself up onto three legs. She was not afraid of a fight, far from it. "Keep back!" She growled ears back and hair raised as much as it could while it was soaking wet. Slowly she limped back towards the woods. "I said keep back!" Red raised a clawed foot swiping at the nixi managing only to hit its nose. "I won't warn you again!"

~ kanakwella's ~ vision ~ at camp ~
"why excuse me for not introducing myself my name is kanakwella
may i ask your names? i've never seen two of our kind that looks
like you together you look like a very cute cuple ^^" kanakwella tryed
to be nice but the look on her face was shy like it always is but she
tryed to stay as polite as she can with out saying words shyly
then she looked at heroine while up close and thought 'i've seen
her in my dreams we sing together but i didn't think she was real'
kanakwella shivers with fear

~ heroine's ~ vision ~ helping red ~
"calm down we're trying to help you!!"

Little Red: aka Red~Adult: 3 years (20 years in species)~ ?

"And why should I trust you?!" The Bulbori growled wincing when her back paw bore too much weight. "I don't need your help!" What she needed was a place to settle down and bandage her wound before it lost too much blood but she couldn't do that with this predator around.

The little bulbori's antics were rather comical.

She put on a very firm front and yet everything else about her screamed daintiness and inexperience. He turned his head toward Aleria and less so to Kanakwella as he replied, just loud enough for red's long ears to pick up his comment.

"Such gratitude, do you suppose it would be in our better interest to throw it back into the lake? Bulbori is exceptionally good eating three days after it stops bloating." He said about Little Red with some little bit of arrogance and sarcasm.

Unfortunately, his voice had a distinct Shaledon accent that was impossible to miss for one of good breeding. He ignored Kanakwella this once to see how she would respond.

"do you think you want to be eaten by those things ?!! they're evil unlike most of us i like birds you're way to big! do you think i would eat you?!?!" heroine starts to use her magic talisman from her tail holding on with her tail (!mind blown!) and uses the powerful blow flinging away her and red until she gets out the talisman again and makes a trampoline "you're safe now, hopefully they don't come back"

Little Red: aka Red~Adult: 3 years (20 years in species)~ ?

"Yet this one would leave a nasty taste in one's mouth that no amount of slimy fish could clear!" The Bulbori hissed her eyes narrowing her eyes. "That is of course if I don't poison you with my bitterness." She had a lot of guts for being so little. One would think she was a larger animal stuck in a small dainty body.

~ kanakwella's ~ vision ~ at camp ~
"i-i-i-m sorry i'll leave if you want" gone back to her
normal self kanakwella was much nicer then trying to be
nice "this is how we talked nicely in the kingdom im from
if-f it's not ok with me being normal either i can go back to
the way we talk-k i-i-in the kingdom im from" (GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!)

The lake waters eventually becalmed to their normal lapping cadence sent out from the cascades that kept the lake full and flowing with a leisurely, cool, southeasterly current. The sylvorpa had scattered leaving their fallen behind to their fates, though less likely to be eaten since mos of them still had full bellies from breakfast. The sun had finally broken over the canopy but ha yet to burn away the low hanging morning mist and the grass still wet with dew. It could be a peaceful moment save for a few unfinished events that needed to be seen to, not in particular the new arrival that materialized after their conflict. Equally as noticeable, Grim Rose vanishing into the ether yet again. Apart of him wanted to smile at the possibility that she was off cleaning herself like the vulnyx do when they laze around in the sun all day. Heroine's comment wasn't very fair of her. Not that Mermydon was going to balk or even twitch his ears at such an accusation. Kelparie cannot help what they are, not what their importance is to the life cycle. Overlanders that should fall prey in the lake were theres by natural selection, nothing more. If they thought it evil enough to keep them out of the lakes and rivers the kelparie call home, better for all involved. Red clearly heard his comment. Her ears dropped and she took a defiant stance to his comment, granted she was so small that he thought it as comical as a spoiled little prince he knew, raring to throw a tantrum when his dam, the queen, wouldn't let him out of his corral to play with his schoolmates. His laughter bellowed loudly at Red's commentary. "I believe you would you little rascal. T'would be a shame to take the life out of one so spirited, but fall in and you would be fair game to us." By the end of his comment, his laughter had died in his voice, and as he addressed his fellow kelparie his head swayed left and right to indicate all present.

He finally looked Kanakwella in the eye for the first time. For a royal she was very timid and still no sense of movement or ambush in the water, it was a curiosity. He took a chance and stood to his full height as he once saw his sire do before addressing his own court. But rather than look down his snout at her, he projected compassion in his features, a shadow of the stallion he could never be. Thoughtful of her position, he stepped forward a head length in front of Aleria so that Kanakwella's eyes would see his hooves as she was looking down and know who was addressing her, even if she knew not his name. "For one bred to the court and estates, your majesty, you carry yourself rather poorly. No princess, or is it duchess, should grovel with fear and trepidation?" He sounded stern but his voice was neither harsh nor judgemental as she would expect. Then he asked the question he guessed that she feared the most. "Are you lost, deposed or banished?" He had been very deliberate at not sharing his name with her of yet, lest she know who he is.