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((Mwaha. I am stealthy and fast.))

Sunny steps up to the arranged place. Today, she is without her army. Seline, Bronwen, Hecate are all at home. She has the figurine in a bag slung over her shoulder, nestled in amongst a thermos of chicken soup, a few sandwiches, an insulated bottle of water, and a warm fleece blanket.

Hopefully, the sandwiches won't get squished.

"That thing? Um." Sunny rooted around in the bag. "Oh, it's here. Brought it for good luck. It's important?"

"Ah... okay. I just thought I'd be prepared." She sets the bag against a tree, stuffs the plush into one coat pocket and the avaling in the other.

Then, seeing Pavel's almost leaving her behind, she breaks into a short jog to catch up with him.

"Yarrrrgh." Sunny eyed the rock wall uneasily. "Rock climbing is not exactly my forte, but I'll give it a shot." She looked at her hands. "Um. Would it be all right if I shape-shifted just a little? Just my hands? So I had something a little better to grip the rock with?" She doesn't look hopeful.

"Well, you specified climbing, so thought that shapeshifting altogether and flying up would be out of the question." Sunny double-checks that everything is securely in her pockets, kicks off her shoes and leaves them in a niche in the rock at the bottom, and concentrates.

Silver scales grow over her feet and hands, her nails elongating into claws, the musculature and bone structure shifting, ever so slightly, not quite human anymore. Sunny nods, satisfied, and takes a go.

With her claws digging in and finding the smallest crack, she starts to make her way up, her feet in this form almost as nimble as her hands. For a few moments, she finds herself stranded, unable to immediately find another handhold.

Sunny's puffing hard by the time she reaches the first ledge. She stops to catch her breath, and resecure everything in her pockets.

"Mmm. Bugs. Yummeh." Sunny plows ahead, not bothering to shift her hands and feet back. After all, it's easier to walk barefoot on feet like this.

It's a bit tricky to find any bugs in the dark, but she manages to track down a few beetles and a centipede. Lacking anything to carry them in, she removes her hat and puts the bugs in there.

She emerges from the other side looking a little odd with her hat bunched up in her left, er, claw, but successful.

Sunny stares at the bugs in dismay. While she's certainly not afraid of any bugs--the contents of her hat attest to that--she doesn't much want to be stung or bitten or zapped. She isn't sure what sort of bugs these are, but they don't look safe.

After a few minutes of thinking and pacing a little, staring at the bugs on the ground and around the base of the tree, Sunny wipes her scaly hands on her jeans. She clambers up onto a nearby rock, and leans out, cautiously.

She loses her balance slightly, recovers, and takes a rather foolish leap into the tree branches.

The tree shudders, and the spark bugs start to swarm up the trunk. Her claws digging into the wood, Sunny grabs at the nearest fruit, and jumps for the ground.

She lands on a spark bug, and gets burnt as she inadverdantly squishes it. Sunny winces, finding a few more burns on her arms, but she's managed to do it.

"Can we do this thing now?" she asks Pavel.