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Gwen actually get a glimpse inside - she can see there is a tear in the netting of the tent.

Or, she can say something, or...

She peeks and kens

Yes , it's pervy

Gwen is careful, but she doesn't have to worry especially about being overheard, it seems. Both teens are not paying attention to the outside.

JB is lying prone... asleep? And Pam, awake and upright, wearing only her underwear, is shaking him. Another faint mumble - he seems to be deeply asleep. Glamour glimmers around her, it feels like... a dreamer? As Pam gives him another shake, his head flops to the other side, and Gwen catches a glimpse, lantern lit, of what looks like swollen lump on the back of his neck. Like a bugbite, only the size of an apple, visible only to her Chimeric sight.

I don't have healing magics . She realizes she should have taken Ivan. I can't do any th.. no, that's not helpful. Stop it, Gladiola. who am I? I'm a troll. I've failed to protect. who am I? A kennel master? But I didn't use the dog right. Who am I? I'm Dareann her eyes darken _ A Daireann troll, and to quote a movie kind of, that means if I can't save someone, I damn sure am going to avenge them. Besides, maybe if the thing that did this dies, JB will wake up_

And she heads towards the glamour she felt in the woods, trying to stealth

Her only guess, and it is a guess, is that that thing is feeding on him ,ravaging him slow and at a distance

The creature buzzes mutedly, frantic, trying to break free of the webbing. A faint hiss from the small person under the tree, and they try to hold the strands tighter, but seem to be losing the battle.

She raises her spear, then "Lizbet?"

The petite Sluagh girl turns, and her pale face breaks up the shadowy outline under the tree. "Dame... Gladiola. Can't... curtsey, it might break free..." A look of concentration on her face. "Sorry to be ... rude."

She laces her fingers together again, like playing Cat's Cradle with invisible string, and more webbing strands pop into being, neatly wrapping the creature up in a cocoon!

"There." She whispers.

"I came to kill it.. it hurt a friend" She says "And I still might need to, Lizbet. He's stuck in a dream after this bite"

"And you could never be rude"

"Good!" She agrees. "Otherwise, I believe I could probably hold it until morning, and then it will run away. They only come out at night, I think..."

Pausing now to curtsey to Gwen.

"More than one of these things?" SHe walks up to the cacoon

"Have you ever heard of a bat without a colony, or a wasp without a nest?" She reasons.

"I thought to make a pet of it, but... it's too..." She wrinkles up her nose. "Rude."

Even now, the cocoon wriggles.

She lines up the spear, close, letting it dig a bit, let it almost get out, then thrust home and hard "It is. Frankly I think you deserve something classier. Normally, I suggest dogs for folks I love them, and there are some truly bizzare breeds. But have you considered a pair of hairless guinnea pigs?"

"Oh, not a dog. Never. Had you brought your horrible beast, beg pardon, I never would have been able to come along."

A frantic squeal, and a fierce wriggling, then a pop and a small explosion of glamour. Some of it lingers, Gwen can try to gather it, if she wishes.

Gwen does, gathering it up hoping to return it to JB

"I need to give this back to the person it came from, but Lizbet. I owe you."

Images spring unbidden into her mind. Running a field goal... eating a burger the size of a basketball... Pam- oh, that one is a HOT dream segment...

A blush , she tries not to digest it, just store it tricky

Lizbet tilts her head and gazes up at Gladiola. "What is this talk of Owing? Feh! We are friends, no? At least.. you were kind to me."

"How could I not help? It is not for being 'owed'. After all, there is no secret, here, just a monster and some poor mortals rutting in the woods. Oh, pardon. It is none of my business, that. -I- will be a proper Spinstress and never fall under a male's sway."

"Lizbet, you are an amazing friend. Sometimes I think I should be better one to you" and a blush "Ah yes.. about that rutting, yes, I know you would be discrete about that. Boggan gossip isn't for you" Forgive me, mom its a cheap shot but I'm taking it

Glamour glimmers around her, as though drawn in by her proclamation, fate saying, amused, "Oh, yeah?"

Gladiola does not need kenning to know that the youngster's togail is nigh! Not imminent, but it could be very, very soon. She is on the brink of wilderhood.

"Go, return to your mate. I will watch for any of these nasties. I may be a childling-" Perhaps not for much longer, "But I am not a fledge, I am skilled, and have known my name longer than you. Enjoy your night."

"You have, " And she curtseys, despite not wearing a skirt "You are a true daughter of whispers and yes, you are my friend" And the Baroness needs to get over some biases

ANd she moves to JB's tent

She hears voices, plural, as she approaches. "Well, I guess I overreacted, but you wouldn't wake up..." Pam sounds relieved.

"I can't believe you dumped a bucket of lakewater on me! Now I'm soaked..." JB, he sounds a bit drowsy, muddled, but is coming to. "I guess I drank too much."

"My sleeping bag is still dry, come over here." "What? R...really?? I mean, okay... yes!"

Smooching noises...

Sounds like the glamour fragments she has are hers to keep... joy...

She looks to see if there's a drink to put the glamour in, one JB will have... but...how can she guess? Instead she lets it blow towardss the tent, maybe it will not enchant them, but kind of inspire? SHe isn't sure

The sound of giggling... they are having a good time already - maybe it helped, but it certainly didn't hurt.

Gwen feels energized now, no longer sleepy.

A soft voice calling. "Gwen? Did you get lost?"

Gwen turns and goes towards the tent, she takes a breath, and enters THEIR (Chuck and hers) tent "Chuck.." She makes sure he's there "I did. But I'm fine now"

He smiles up at her, and pats the sleeping pad. "Well, if you're awake now..." Hopeful.

"You know, this is our night..." And making sure the tent flap IS closed, she trips off her clothes with ferocity, "And I, for one, am going to enjoy it. Wanna enjoy it with me?" As brazen a look as she has ever given him, she puts her hands on him to either lower him to the sleeping bags, or keep him there

It doesn't take a whole lot of convincing. It is their night after all!

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