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Valelldia barged out of her wagon after she had awoken from a dream. She looked towards the others with concern high in her eyes, running towards everyone.

"Go on! There can be no wait you must move with haste." She stopped huffing in the spot she stood. "Move and leave the children with me, I don't want them in danger for this it must only be yourselves." Val picked up Anjette and Kale leaving their guardians no time to argue comming back for the other toddlers after she placed the two into her wagon. "Go on, that should be enough to handle the situation and be careful, grief and fear can attract dangerous beings in the dark woods, even when their intent isn't such."

Valelldia shut her door to the wagon, giving no one a chance to argue or question her staying to watch the children or ask her to help them out. This was not a task for the head of the caravan, that might be too intimidating right now for Lorelei. What she needed right now was just a few members of the caravan and maybe some new friends.

Pandara watched Valelldia rush as quickly back to the wagon as she watched her rush out, only with the toddlers in tow. She smiled a bit, because she never really was one to wipe it off her face even when danger was mentioned.
Pandara looked towards Voltaire, "Alright, ready to hoof on foreword." He seemed to be an elf which didn't bother Pan one bit, she actually felt in place here almost like home and it wasn't anything she had felt for a long time.

She remembered someone asking about gifts and turned to that person. "Well, I have an affinity towards plants, they talk to me that could be of use although sometimes with trees they will talk so slow it may take a day for a sentance then they get annoyed if you rush them." She laughed trying to lighten the mood, "Then you get some flowers that will giggle so much and tease you they don't tell you anything of use really, but those frivilous things are their lot. Ferns are alright, I myself find shrubs to be of the best sorts for information but I suppose we will see." Her jabbering slowed down a bit. "Mostly I just ask them where the nearest herb is, don't really try to find people much."

Mirela had watched silently as Valelldia had appeared and ushered the children into her caravan. Although she didn't know for certain, she assumed this would make it easier for the fortunette parents to focus upon the task that lay before them.

Her sapphire eyes turned back toward Pandara as she heard the woman mention that plants talk to her. Plants can talk? she repeated to herself, a frowning tugging down the corners of her lips. With a shake of her head she refocused her mind upon finding the lost gypsy, figuring that there would be plenty of time to talk with Pandara at a more convient time.

"We had best move out" Mirela spoke softly, moving to stand beside Emelyn, "who knows the dangers that lie within the woods".

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But something else answered her. There were voices coming from inside a nearby clearing. They were melodious voices, yes, but something was off - maybe it was the pitch, maybe the cadence of their sentences.

It sounded horrific.

"I say we sacrifice her. It would certainly assure us safe passage!"

"No, no - we can't! We promised she would be safe..."

"You promised to let her sleep and be at peace - if we sacrifice her, she'll never need to wake up again, and we can move on without all this worrying about her!"

"How can you be so heartless?"

"We are all of us born lacking hearts." The man - or woman? - speaking sniffed, crossing its arms. "I just decided not to go on a search for mine the way you have. I didn't want to be weak."

The faerie he was talking to wrinkled up its nose and curled closer to the prone form of Lorelei on the ground. It stared at the woman for a while, then yelped when the red-head convulsed and whimpered, frowning.

"What's wrong with her?" it cried out, stroking Lorelei's hair.

"She's having a nightmare. You told her it might happen. There's no point to protecting her now - she'll be stuck in a living hell for the rest of her life this way. You can't risk bringing her back."

One of the faeries in the silent group watching lifted its head, pushing its long hair over one shoulder with a flourish.

"We have visitors," it said, and motioned for the woods.

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The branches at the edge of the clearing were pushed back, revealing a group - much smaller than when Lorelei had arrived, though none of the observers could know that - of black and white tall, long-haired creatures. They were quite obviously fae, what with the tell-tale long ears, the ethereal looks... the attitude. Well, from the attitude, they seemed like rather snarky fae folk.

"Oh, more humans! Lovely. Just what we need," one said - the one that had suggested sacrifice. "Go along home and tell stories, little girls. We don't have time for-"

"Do be quiet!" the faerie by Lorelei shrieked, rising to its feet. It held out its hands, pleading. "Come, come! They will not harm you. I think we might need your help..."

"Ammesien," the confrontational one sighed, distractedly, "stop with the small talk. Though..." It glanced at the gypsies. "I don't suppose you'd like to take her off our hands for us? The red-head, not my dear sister there.

"On second thought..."

"Stop it!" Ammesien shouted. It was odd, how human these faeries could seem. Or at least, the two in the middle. Those along the outer edge of the clearing watched, stoic, as she looked once more at Emelyn and the others. "Do you know this girl? We need somebody to care for her, so we can move on. She's in trouble..."

Lorelei cried in her sleep, wriggling a little on the ground.