She gives a startled mewl as she hears his scales hitting the stone, pulling herself back from the great dragon, bumping into the back wall, not very far from him, most likely in reach of his tongue. She shivers a bit, fumbling in her satchel, tossing a few seeds down in front of her, swallowing softly.<span style="font-style: italic">Please work, oh please work...</span>she thinks as the seeds submerge themselves in the stone, growing into small stalks of plant matter, though those quickly intertwine and grow until they form an almost perfect replica of the young fairie. The only differences were that her wings were slightly more leaf-shaped, and her voice was a bit more monotonous. Erileena flicks a bit of the powder over the plant version of herself, hoping to confuse the dragon's sense of smell and taste with it.