Something Strange is Happening in the South...

Tinwë nods, muscles tensing as adrenaline pumps through her system. Let this chase begin. She takes off running.

Oma looks at Fah'lin, slightly disappointed she doesn't want to make tea, more so because Oma can't open or enter the hole herself. Oh Aety, why can't others be more like you?
She shrugs at Fah'lin's question. I don't know, but does it hurt to try? Simple tricks, they're easiest for me to do as well, we will never know if you don't try! Don't you feel the desire to find out? What else would you do while I practice? She shrugs again, sighing softly because of the lack of tea and then walks away from Fah'lin again, standing under the shield and using spells over and over, waiting out the effects and then doing it again.1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | 3rd 1/3 | 4th 2/3 | 5th 1/2 | 6th 1/1 | 7th 1/1 | 8th 1/1

The disturbing howls and chitters of the bug-monkeys is close behind her, but the rhythmic pumping of her legs soothes Tinwë as she runs. One foot, then another, a blur of motion. The pure bliss of effortless grace is a miracle for which she is grateful every day. And no better way to show gratitude for a gift than by using it...

Memories flash in her mind of running alongside Corellon's Elite Guard through mystical places where one could become a stone rolling down a hill, or a breeze whipping through the trees, or a wave crashing onto the shore. Thought gives way to emotion and instinct as she gives herself over to the music that thrums through her body and soul. With a smile in her eyes and a song on her lips, spurred on memories of timeless adventure, Tinwë dances.

Over a log, under that branch, cutting from one side to another around a boulder, skidding down a slope and racing up the other side. Every movement in perfect coordination, unyielding momentum lending her grace and balance, Tinwë plunges through the brush and terrain at breakneck speed.

Using his peak physical condition, Kuz follows Tinwë as best as he can, jumping higher than most people can, crashing through branches. From time to time, when he sees rocks as big as his fists, he tries to scoop them on the run and lobs them behind him hoping to catch a creature if he's lucky enough.

Fah'lin finds a rock to kick while waiting for Oma to finish her work.

Realizing that she's directly in the path of whatever is rushing through the forest vegetation, Rolana calls the giant fly to her and turns, intending to leap onto its back. She nearly plows into Tinwe as she turns. When did you get here? No, tell me later. And Rolana climbs onto the back of the giant fly and readies her crossbow.

Does Oma hear noises?

Oma's head whips around at the sound of the things crashing through the forest just as Fah'lin's does. Yes, let's go..!
She takes off after Fah'lin (Oma is slower and I'm going to assume they'll be running outside of the shield, for now at least) moving towards Sola and Tinwë.

Tinwë slides to a stop near Rolana. Huh, she seems surprised. But there's no way the spymaster wouldn't have seen me coming. Maybe she's bluffing for some reason? She gives the woman a nod and pulls her bow off her shoulder. "Here they come!" Tinwë pulls an arrow from her quiver and holds it to her lips, whispering a quick song. The arrow flares with blue light, which then dims to sporadic sparks of electricity. She fits the arrow to her bowstring and pulls the fletching to her ear, trained on the place where Kuz is soon to emerge.