There was sudden hustling, and commotion bouncing from the fur trees and off these incredibly sensitive eardrums.

It sounded too far off to be anywhere near me, and them; who were still playing tongue haggling to be even the-at-most interested, in the uniquely distressed noises spilling through the rattling leaves.

Head side-glancing immediately towards the pin-pointed direction.

My heart skipped several beats as my nostrils flared with the emitting sweet smell; a familiarity of some ancient form of fruit – like that of loquat fruit, with the hints of some kind sugared wood – I want to say sandalwood.

The scent whirled metaphorical fingers around my face, and quite possibly tightening ahold of my own sprouting wood.

Wait! Putting aside the comforting and rousing intensities she sprayed upon me – She's borderline panic-stricken. How is it even possible?

Her skin sending hurdles of aura splintering anguish.

There's no way, that this will go un-notice; not now! It's growing enticingly larger with every second she stays in these curl-toeing vapors.

I paced a quick look back, as the unintentionally enticement cleared – gone! They're GONE!

I released my knees from their crouched position, and into a full deliberate running stance.

Danni.... Danni?

Unexpectedly, that name understandably made all the sense in the world to why I so ineptly responded towards it.

The person to which Stacia had meant was.... Danni!

I'd have to pick up that bomb later; as for now, she needed to me. I felt I had to help her; save her; protect her.

Have they picked up on all your unassumingly, and sensory overloading bubbles flaring about the air; as if you were a child, spinning a wand full of fluid solution?

I am not one to wittingly make a wish, but I plead to whomever is listening that others have no earthly clue to her, or this invocation spreading from her petals.

As I regained my wits, and the extinguishment of the dire request was interrupted from a forewarned howl of a some hound not too far away as furs, and aspen trees were blurring like ocean waves of green and whitened foam – I'd only known I was at a dangerous speed of running from the flick of a protruding splinter of a branch, slicing like a nail on my warm wreathing skin.

The ground was increasingly pacing fast, my feet – if at all – were barely reaching the moistened foliage. At that moment – it was as if running had become more of the feeling of hyper speed or to more of an exact example ...flying!