"I should hope I know as much about it as anyone," Kaheksa replies calmly, "since I and my younger sister birthed it." For the other questions she holds her piece, not re-lighting the sorcerous light she'd been navigating by and following Albali's footsteps with a deliberate pace. When they reach the clearing, Kaheksa does turn her light back on to see, and the scene is sufficiently confused to halt her in her tracks with a single cocked eyebrow...<br/><br/><br/>"Turilia's" dryad closes her jaws with an audible *clack*, finally rousing the magus from a deep sleep- the dryad slowly begins backing away on hands and knees while swaying a bit, for all the world as though she were trying to quietly make her escape without being seen. "How the devil am I supposed to get my jaws around this I ask you," another dryad mutters, still staring at Eiyre and not quite noticing the rest of the byplay- only Gorun's own dryad seems entirely aware that she's been seen and addressed. "Oh, um... you mean without killing us? Sure, that, that sounds... nice."<br/><br/>"Look how round she is, why ain't she digestin, maybe she's sick, sis why'd I get the sick one I don't want my stomach to stop worki-" Eiyre's dryad finally looks over and also freezes, with the third still gamely and slowly trying to crab walk backward towards the tree line; Gorun's shuts her eyes for a second before opening them again. "Right. Right, sure, hi! How are you! We're just, um, dryads who were totally not about to see if we could eat any of you and run for it in your sleep, so, since that's clearly not the case, how are you...?" She sidles backwards a few steps. "Nice night we're having, eh?"<br/><br/><br/>And that's the scene that Albali and Kaheksa are treated to. "Oh," Kaheksa sighs under her breath. "Them."