There's a small squeak of surprise, and the hive, and whatever small, flying creature had been carrying it, vanished back into the woods.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, two figures emerge from the woods, making a point of letting themselves be seen; a small dragon, with butterfly wings; likely the one he saw earlier, and another grig, similar to, but unlike the ones he saw, on their first days out. They move with eerie quiet, almost silent as they draw close, and he'll know, he's only seeing them because they want to be seen. They don't say anything, but the cricket-woman seems to be bouncing slightly, and the dragon is circling the area slowly, fluttering about and occasionally making loops.