Elisa winced in sympathy both for the tree and for the princess as she felt the deep vibrations travel up the oak. Neither escaped the prince's wrath unscathed. They were having the same argument as the last many she had witnessed and it was getting rather tiresome to listen to, as well as boring. She could probably repeat the quarrel to herself word for word and not miss a single of their main aspects.<br/><br/>Taking a last sunflower seed and popping it into her mouth she smiled at the thought. Maybe she would spend a few of the long nights in her tree with puppets made of chestnuts and twigs...moss for the prince's hair and a few soft under feathers of a raven for the princess’s. Have them bickering at one another over everything and anything.<br/><br/>“Husband this fish is soggy!” she mimicked Vesta’s voice quietly while making her one hand talk.<br/><br/>“Wife! This fire lacks heat, of course the fish is soggy!” her right hand responded in as deep a squeaky voice as she could manage.<br/><br/>Both her hands flew to cover her mouth as a fit of giggles escaped, ducking behind and under branches to avoid being seen. Elisa’s face scrunched up in disgust when her toes sank into a pile of rotted leaves, releasing the soothing fragrance of autumn, but so slimy and cold between her toes she immediately wanted to dance around chanting “Yuck, yuck, yuck, ew...”<br/><br/>She lifted off and flew high into the oak where her complaints wouldn’t be overheard. Falling to her butt, she lifted her bare foot around so she could see the grime covering it. Pulling a silky green leaf from the tree she tried to work the dead foliage out from between her tiny toes...biting her lip to keep from yanking her foot out of her own grasp when the leaf tickled the bottom of her toes. Finally, between mutters of disgust and snorts of soft giggles, her feet was as clean as it was going to get. For a moment the knot of soft slightly curled hair on top the prince’s head came to her mischievous mind, but she dismissed the thought before it could mature into an idea that would get her into trouble.<br/><br/>Elbows on her knees, hands keeping her chin up, she sat and tried to figure out a way to help them get some food. They were so hungry she could practically hear their bellies screaming out for sustenance. The princess especially was getting close to collapsing Eli thought. She hadn’t missed the stumbles of the normally so graceful and agile woman. She wasn’t prone to clumsiness like Elisandra was so the signs of such had to mean she was reaching her limits.<br/><br/>There was no way for Elisa to bring them food enough for a proper meal, well none she was willing to do anyway, but there had to be something. Her feet tapped quietly on the thick branch, wingtips twitching and her dark wavy locks bobbing as she listened and swayed to the forests song as it competed with the royals...trying to come up with anything that would provide at least a modicum of assistance.<br/><br/>She couldn’t bring them anything significant enough to ease their hunger but maybe there was a way to lead them somewhere that would give them a better chance and finding something for themselves. There were several abandoned camps deep in Angelmoss if one knew where to find them, and she just happened to know exactly where they were. When her people chased off intruders there were always campsites left with abandoned tools and items the humans might find useful. She would just find some way to lead them there. Maybe she needed to take the time and examine the nearest one first, ensure something of import might be found there.<br/><br/>Climbing between the thick tree limbs, covered in leaves of oranges, reds and yellows. The colors of autumn already prominent. Elisandra peeked down at the humans, blowing out a sharp breath in frustration as she shook her head.<br/><br/>“Feeding them will get them to shut up...it worked with the young ones in the Resolution at least,” she muttered to herself.<br/><br/>They would survive the day alone while she explored. She would be back before nightfall and was sure she could easily find where ever they decided to bed down for the night. Hopefully she will have thought of a way to start guiding them to a campsite by morning.<br/><br/>Hopping and fluttering from branch to branch, the sprite made her way to an opening on the far side, away from what she was beginning to think of as her charges, and flew off into the chill morning air, her wings a mere blur as they propelled her forward.