Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161027063723

The unknown power lobs out of Cire's hands. Instinctively, it manifests above trees - and crashes on top of them. There is the yowling of an irritated voice.

"Ows. Hurts."

From the pile of fallen trees, stands a gaunt figure of a Mamono. Her body crusted like bark of an aged tree, her hands leaved in the vestige of tendrils, her hair a frilly mess of branches and leaves. 

"Makura calls aid. I.. Entwife... on your behalf." The newcomer bows to Cire.

Erran's eyes widen. "A Dryad?"