Naomi had followed the others as silently as she could.<br/><br/><strong>"Green creatures ? Hmm. No weapons no clothes ? If the creatures were killers or hunters wouldnt things be different ? wouldnt they be prowling or inspecting new openings ? Hunters smell and hear better than we do. They would have smelled us the moment that door opened. So either they are not hunters, they are but trained to do something else or ... they are restrained or drugged or well ... not as they seem. If whoever put is here wanted us dead we would be, if they wanted it to be entertaining perhaps this could be enough for them, but .. "</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Look, Im not normally brave for such things but the idea of fearing something to me seems to create circumstances that sustain such things, fearing something makes you give off scents of fear, if hunter creatures can smell fear they think its proof they would win if a conflict occurs. To me the best plan is to try and keep faith that nightmares are of our own making, but there is always a choice otherwise, and the first choice usually is the one that changes most things most thoroughly"</strong><br/><br/>Coincidentally Naomi had walked to one creature and said in the most assuring tone possible<strong>"Hello there gorgeous"</strong>like how one would talk to a puppy ... the very same moment Laniless pebble struck its first surface.<br/>