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She hid her face in Donny's neck though her eyes peered outout. She tensed when she saw the branches grab at his feathers, tearing them from his wings. Passioned hate rose up for the sin the trees committed by tearing feathers out. It made her mad but moreso worried. Not having wings of her own, she didn't know if it hurt or not.

It wasn't until she felt him wince from another feather being torn that she realized it must hurt. She frowned, wishing he would stop so he couldn't be hurt anymore. Her mind clouded over by the thought of the figures. They seemed...or rather he seemed to be running from them. Did he know them then?

Breaking through the canopy of trees, she calmed. Her nerves settled as she nuzzled against Donny. "It's beautiful up here," she murmured, giving a smile. Feeling his arms loosen, she knew whatever they had been running from must not be coming. "You've seen those figures before, right? Mm. I think, they're too dark to come up here."

Sylvester stayed silent during the emotional exchange between Angelus and the smaller kids, even when directly addressed. Tiwaz did a very good 'intimidating' and he didn't want to get in the way of that glowing ball any time soon.

He nodded at Angelus and followed behind him and Tiwaz, shooting Elana and Ayden a more sympathetic look than he had before. The sooner everyone was calm again, the better.

"Light won't stop them." Donny breathed out, his voice tense. "Nothing does."

He blinked, and shook his head, clearing his mind. "I unno. You saw them too huh? Whoever they are, they're bad." He didn't know this for sure, except he was completely certain that he was right, and that was enough proof for him. He winced slightly, and curled his left wing around to look at it's end. A tiny trickle of blood was almost unnoticeable against his dark feathers, where his feathers had been plucked out. The very end of the wing was now bare, it's light bony color peeking out of the dark like the snowy tip of a great dark mountain. He reached out and touched it, and the wing retracted from his touch instinctually, singed by the pain.

"Yes..." Elana replied in a soft whisper as she looked at the floor, her eyes lowered. She relaxed at the feel of Ayden's hand on her face. "We are the keys, so where is the door? Maybe when this whole thing is over, we'll all be happier."

She lifted her face, and forced a smile. Ayden's right; It's better to make one more friend then gain another foe.

After a few minutes, it was clear no one was actually following them, and they were safe. This alleviated the fear and anxiety that had Donny on full alert, and he slumped back slightly, and began the slow revert to his normal, cocky attitude.

"You're right, of course." He looked her over quickly with a careful eye. "Did you get hurt any?" He doubted it; he had taken care to keep her close, and he had made sure to keep anything from scratching his own perfect, delicate skin, which meant she should have been close enough to be safe, too.

Chailyn looked over herself just double checking that she wasn't hurt. She shook her head. "No, I didn't," she said giving a smile to Donny. "I'm sorry your wing got hurt."

She gave a frown hoping that it didn't hurt. She felt a little guilty. And for a moment her mind wandered back to the image she'd seen. Trying to sketch the details out, she found it harder to remember what she'd seen. Besides the two figures nothing really registered in her mind.

"What do you think those things want? Who do you think they are?" she asked gently.

"I know what you meant," Tybalt shot back, seeming not at all alarmed in his best friend's sudden mood shift--indeed, he was happy to see her fired up, happier still to be the one to provoke such a show of spirit. The corner of his mouth twitched downwards at Vidya's description of her dream, and the wing nearest to her rose stiffly to brush against her back before retreating. It was the closest thing to compassion he would show in the presence of a stranger and an enemy. "Course not," he responded immediately, turning back towards the others to discourage further inquiries on the matter.

"Don't have t' kidnap them if they come willingly, eh?" he retorted with a tense smirk, winking at Elena. "Course, you wouldn't have that...that, uh..." he trailed off as a vision, unfamiliar and different from the strange fragments of thought he was used to seeing, flashed before his eyes. He squeezed them shut, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the sharp headache the vision brought with it, his mind at once inviting and rebelling against the intrusion. It abated after a moment, and he slowly opened his eyes. "...problem," he said, both finishing his sentence and summing up the situation.