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Magild had this all planned out. Nearly Five picnic baskets were strapped to bearmom's furry butt, and two were being carried in Magild's muscled arms. She was ready. to. do. this.

"Does this look like a good spot ye thinks?" Magild said, looking over at her furry white lusus. Bearmom simply yawned with boredom, not caring where they ate in the least. Magild smiled back at the lusus. This was a good spot then.

At the moment, she was located near the base of the Bushind mountains, somewhere in the Four Fronds. It was close enough to her cave that she could be back by daytime if necessary, but far enough that it felt like an adventure. The perfect place.

Setting her baskets down, Magild reached into one of them and pulled out a fuzzy black and grey blanket to set on the ground. Oh it wasn't for her. She could just sit on the ground like a MAN, but the food- the precious, precious food- needed a place to sit. A throne if you will.

Once that was finished, she began to set out all of the food she brought, while bearmom made herself comfortable on a sunny rock. She was watching, but she couldn't care less. Magild was just eating after all, like she did every single day. Minute. Second.

There was every type of food Magild could think of out on the blanket. Faygo, meat ... There's no point in listing it all because EVERYTHING WAS THERE.

That done and dealt with, Magild sat down, and began to eat.

Wind conditions: Optimal.
Cloud Coverage: Sparse.
Visibility: 100%

From high above, five circular, white compound eyes surveyed the ground below. The rolling plains at the foot of the mountains provided an excellent view with few trees to clutter its vision of the surface. Aided with the strong moonlight, the airborne entity had spotted a number of tasty morsels; a group of wild hopperbeasts frolicking near a thick brushline, some featheredterrors circling at lower altitudes several miles away, and a herd of fragile looking hoofbeasts grazing in a meadow directly beneath unknowing of the hunter lurking above. Shame it was currently out on a mission for something a bit more accessible.

With the slightest adjustment of its transparent, silvery wings, the dragonfly-like creature lazily drifted with the clouds, patiently scanning for any other possible targets. Opportunity finally showed itself at last in the form of an odd looking pair of travelers; a troll and a giant white bear. Both burdened with various edibles. Perfect

As the pair unpacked, the dragonfly lusus was already going into a spiraling descent, using gravity and precision angles to increase its momentum and speed before dive-bombing directly at the unsuspecting pair to snatch away one of the food laden baskets.

What in the world? Minist watched dumbstruck as a lusus came out of nowhere and tried to make off with some of the food. The ensuing fight was certainly a sight to behold. Buzzing wings and flying fists everywhere. She had planned on walking up to the feasting troll and scope them out, but now she didn't think getting near this scuffle would be a good idea at all. However, she couldn't help herself from getting closer just to be a spectator to the spectacle before her.

Obviously both parties were particularly hungry and the troll, a muscular redblooded girl, awfully angry. All the more reason not to get too close. She probably thought that lusus was her's or something. She just wanted to stop by and view the sight, she didn't want to start a career as a food thief. She didn't want to make this troll angry at her at all, judging by her size she'd smash her to a pulp. Nope, she was good just hanging out at the edge and watching.

Though this did bring to mind who's lusus this was. Glancing around Minist tried to spot anyone else. The lusus didn't necessarily need to be with their troll (her's wasn't with her, after all), but it would be nice to put the blame on someone other than herself. She wasn't going to take the fall for anyone else, no sir-ee, especially not for something as stupid as stealing a picnic basket like that one cholerabear from that one show.

(Sorry, Minist. I want to see this confrontation to happen~)

Dear Matron of Grublings, what the buzz is in this thing?!

Frantically struggling to remain airborne, the lusus haphazardly made his escape, skimming the grasss with the bottom of the basket a few times before slowly regaining altitude. At least it looked like the troll he had snatched the basket from wasn't giving chase, allowing him the chance of a clean getaway, but The Fates seemingly had other plans. Blazing through the brushline, the lusus narrowly avoided bowling over a second troll, his silvery wings slicing the air just millimeters from her face as he banked hard to the right. The momentum carried by the basket caused him to tumble in midair a few times before crashing through a low hanging tree branch. With a loud screech of pain and frustration, the dazed lusus tumbled through the bushes, the contents of the basket exploding all about before he finally came to thudding halt at the foot of a tree.

When it finally felt like the wolrd had stopped spinning madly, the dragonfly shakily rose to its feet with an agitated chatter, roughly swinging its elongated abdomen about to rid itself of a fragment of the basket that had caught onto his curved stinger before tentatively folding and unfolding his wings. By whatever gambit of luck, the thin membranes remained intact and aside from a little stiffness in the left fore-wing, he was, for the most part, unharmed. That didn't make him any less disappointed in himself, however, as it allowed for him to focus on the lost meal.

Grubsauces splattered everywhere, dripping from the branches of the tree, staining the grass and bushes, and on his own usually pristine, white carapace. Meat products and whatever dressings that had complemented it were smashed against the ground and slowly sliding down the face of the tree trunk. Absolutely nothing was salvageable which only earned another angry series of clicks, his large mandibles flashing as it stomped around in a small circle before he flared up his wings into action again.

So much for that...

After a few seconds of practice spins to make sure his wings were still more or less in working order, the lusus decided it best not to wait around for when that troll and her bear showed up, absconding further into the woods.

(Hmm.. does Taquin want to give chase?)

Magild teared up. She went to the food that had splashed on the ground, months of work gone to waste. Beautiful, beautiful food- faygo splashed on the ground, honey spilled.

Her meaty hands began picking the food up, trying to squish it back together.

"There, there, grubblings. Mama will put ye back together. It's okay. It's o-o-okaaaay." Tears were welling over her eyes now. ALL THAT PRECIOUS FOOD WASTED. IT WAS JUST SO SAD.

Bearmom still didn't give a ********. She was pawing through some of the unopened baskets.

"Do not be touchin' me," she said coldly, brushing off Minist's hand, "When there is MOURNIN' TO DO." Another round of tears.

Her eyes flicked to the other baskets. Bearmom was busy guarding it with her body (well, she was eating it, but it kept some prying bugs and creatures off it), so Magild didn't have to worry about that.

Magild looked at Minist with a stern pout as she wiped her eyes on her bearmom fur cloak. "What is your name, troll?" she asked. In a flash hey eyes narrowed, growing more weary. "Are ye hear te steal my food too?"

Taquin followed through the underbrush as the lusus flied on, trying his best to be discreet and avoid getting his shirttail caught in every branch it dragged across. He hoped it wasn't travelling too far, but on the other hand he did. There wasn't much he knew about this creature's situation yet, but it was exciting to stalk something other than a troll for once. Besides, he had no other plans for tonight and he actually cared about what this lusus was going through.

The dragonfly began to descend into a break in the trees. As Taquin crept close he heard what sounded like a voice, but he could hardly understand what it was saying. He placed a hand to the rough bark of a tree and peeked around it to see his target clicking at a scraggly, exhausted troll. So this must be the creature's charge... Goodness, the poor things were a wreck. What were they doing out here? They obviously weren't used to the lifestyle of the forest; the troll's apparel was so mucked up with dirt that Taquin could hardly make out his symbol or blood color.

The gaint bug relayed a few more noises and the troll keeled over onto his back into a pile of leaves in disappointment. He could make out the words this time, but they sounded sort of strange... Maybe this unfortunate guy had a speech impediment. Possibly it could have gotten him into trouble with a highblood for saying something he didn't mean and that's why he was out here. Maybe this was one of those lowbloods on the run from the hunts that this forest seemed notorious for. How horrific. The way the dragonfly urged his troll to get moving again slid that theory closer into the slots of Taquin's mind.

He wasn't sure how he could help them, but he found himself slowly inching out from behind his hiding place.

Taquin was slowly creeping closer as the dragonfly attempted to urge the troll along. Maybe they wouldn't see him. Maybe he would be their anonymous ally. That possibility was quickly eliminated, however, as the creature's wary eye caught sight of him. Taquin raised his hands to show he was unarmed and meant well, but it didn't seem to convince this lusus of the truth. He soon found himself standing in plain, unprotected view as giant white mandibles rushed in towards his face.

To portray oneself as a true peace-maker, one has to endure the onslaught and not cower or fight back. One has to prove that violence has no effect and thus must not even recoil at the blows. However, Taquin was much too vain for that. He loved his body and he loved it best when it was all in one piece. He ducked to the ground as the insect's wings whizzed over his head, and quickly regained an upright position in case of another attack. A short glance at the troll confirmed that his back was safe. The boy (he assumed it was a boy, it was hard to tell under all the dirt) seemed too dumbfounded at the moment to be a threat. This was good. Taquin didn't want a fight. He put his hands back into the air in surrender and said, "I mean you no harm!" He looked towards the troll a second time to make sure he understood, but the lusus wasn't listening. He braced himself to dodge the dragonfly's attack once again.