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Odilen had stood in the corner, half-stunned by this turn of events, and half frantically recording what had happened in chicken-scratch writing on one side of her cocktail napkin. However, Zayn darting past and outside stirred her into action - as did BoCo. The tiny chocobo was clearly very agitated and not pleased with the theft at all, and he was shrieking something awful.

Tucking the note-covered napkin into her belt pouch, Odilen ran out to the balcony after Zayn, gawping at the airship. She stood there on the balcony, trying to imprint the look of the thing into her memory.

BoCo, still perched on her head, stood up and flapped his tiny wings angrily at the airship, screeching fit to break something. Maybe it was his connection to this place that made him so angry at it's violation?

Merrick very nearly dropped the wine glass he held and splattered wine all over his hostess at the glimpse of such powerful magic being wrought just outside the door. As a scholar of all things magical, this seemed to him the opportunity of a lifetime...

If the hostess was too stunned to take the glass of wine from him, or otherwise refused it, he hastily set it down on the nearest intact table and ran to the doorway beside the flailing Onion Knight to get a better view of the effects of this man named Roan's magic. While Merrick had not yet pieced together all that had occurred, he gathered that the vines were good and the airship was bad, and that the vines had acted in the woman Dune's defense earlier. He therefore revised his opinion of her to omit the "menace to society" bit.

Meanwhile, the horse Sasha was not at all happy to have all these trees and plants sprouting up inches from where she was tethered. Explosions she could deal with, even most minor magics couldn't shake her, but this was just a bit too much. The horse bolted, snapping the rope that tied her in place, and galloped to the only safe place within sight: through the doors of the temple.

Merrick was far too distracted observing Roan's magic to give much thought to his horse galloping by, and only absentmindedly whistled for Sasha to come to him. Hearing her master, plus the lack of any plants sprouting through the floor around her, seemed to calm the horse down before she caused too much damage. The black gelding came to a halt, turned around, and walked up behind Merrick, nudging him in the back as though to say 'here I am.'

Roger took the glass in hand, with nary a word nor a glance at Merrick, as he puttered off to do something else. While vines attacked, forests regrew, and the building shook, he stared at the glass in his hand, swirling it around, looking at the color of the wine, sniffing at the bouquet, much as he had seen countless others do when he was... in his past.

He never was a drinker, never had touched a single drop of alcohol in his life, but with all this, the man slowly brought the glass to his lips, tilting it up slowly, and taking a long drink, emptying half the glass, before he lowered it, and set it on the ground beside him.

"Dune... I wish... I could do... something... anything for you..." he muttered to himself, as he head hung down, his chin against his chest as he tried to wait out this moment of chaos and uncertainty.

((I don't think Mirror'd be able to lift Zayn, Storei. Zayn's not small and the reason he can't fly is because his wings can't support his body mass ^^;; ))


"I don't think there's much we can do," Zayn yelled back to Mirror, eyes glued to the spectacle above them. Despite the situation, a large grin split his face. "But I'm certainly glad to be here to see this!"

While he of course hoped that the vines would win, Zayn was just thoroughly enjoying the scene playing out before him. After all, how many people could say they'd witnessed something like this?

Niva smiled, sipping the wine to calm her nerves as the black mist rolled out, the ground trembled, and everything seemed turned topsy turvy. She held the glass close to her lips, whispering something to herself the whole time it was going on. The words, the hum, had the sound of some sort of mantra, perhaps that was what was calming her?

Finally she stepped over towards Merrick, looking out at the struggling airship and the vines holding it more or less towards the ground. Her eyes looked over towards him, and then to his horse.

"We should cut it loose..." she told Merrick, "The airship... it probably has enough firepower on it to level the temple, and us, if the pilots get too irritated with this delay..."

"Do you have anything to cut it loose?"

A loud tearing sound could be heard as the airship seemed to increase the energy output in which it was using. Slowly, it began to ascend into the air once more despite the hold upon it and with each foot it moved upwards the vines were torn asunder, flailing within the air before they unceremoniously fell do the ground in the similar fashion to a limp piece of rope.

Defeated, no other vines leapt up into the air in an attempt to prevent the airship from moving again and instead the Regalia was finally given grudging permission to leave the scene which it did and thus, promptly headed westward towards the city of Durem and perhaps even onwards - needless to say those who had been cheering the Druidic magic on were deeply disappointed.

"Well then," Onion Knight murmured quietly from within Masamune's grasp, his little legs finally halting in their kicking, "There is only one thing to do -" He glanced up at the one holding him and gave her a gentle tap on the hand with his own petite one, "If you would not mind Lady Masamune, I must make an announcement!" He chirped and motioned to the crowd.

"Ladies, Gentlemen and other Odd-bodies may I have your attention please!" He called out in a surprisingly loud voice...