Rigid with apparent fright, the dryad is bodily hauled forward, slamming into Eiyre's stomach; the additional pressure helps Ambrosia get pushed out, beginning to deflate Eiyre's stomach. Still, the dryad keeps twitching, though not quite trying to break away and flee; similarly, as one loose arm drapes around Gorun's dryad, she stiffens but then relaxes, deciding that she probably was in less danger there than if she tried to break away. And Gorun begins talking, counseling calm, and things seem like they're about to settle down nicely. And then Ambrosia, newly freed and slimy, grabs the third terrified dryad in a bear hug, feeling the plant-kin's soft, smooth flesh against her own and smelling the downright appetizing scent of her intended prey. "GYAAAH!" The dryad yells-<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>not loud enough to be heard through a mile of forest. And then, in a single convulsive jerk, puffs of cheery yellow pollen spray from several different places on the panicked dryad's body.<br/><br/>[[Ambrosia successfully grapples.<br/>Dryad uses pollen burst as a swift action, affecting creature within 5'.<br/>Ambrosia's fortitude save:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/144096">http://orokos.com/roll/144096</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span>Fails by five, and Ambrosia is STUNNED! Grapple is lost!<br/>Dryad uses withdraw.]]<br/><br/>The fairy takes a faceful of the powder in a concentrated burst. It's got a sweet scent, but reacts poorly with her nose and sinuses- almost instantly, she begins sneezing and coughing, temporarily overcome by the plant's defenses to keep hold of her. Eiyre can feel her hugged dryad tense, shooting the magus a worried look and gritting her teeth- but the one Ambrosia tried to grab begins sprinting deeper into the woods for safety (though mercifully not screaming her head off). Gorun can feel his own dryad tense up, but this one doesn't quite go all the way towards spraying pollen around.<br/><br/>"And that's why," Kaheksa mutters under her breath so quietly only Albali can hear, "one doesn't attack a dogweed-born dryad so casually."