Mehaila Silverstrike's page

The question Dom probed her about, she had already noticed, the wound on his shoulder, and she thinks on it for a moment before replying. " There are cases were a poison or such would cause the healing to not fully take affect. But you do not seemed poisoned. Can you move it fully?" She would poke the area around it, trying to figure out what would cause something to what she would call festering, even after magical healing.

After trying remove curse, for her knowledge of healing made her think it was not a poison or a disease, however it did not come to fruition. She growls, but having prepared just in case, she tries calling on the powers again. However, whatever this curse was kept evading her. She got close one time she felt, feeling a slight tug in the weaving of magics around Dom, but with everything else and the wild magic in the area both times it escaped her. " I will have to try again in the morning, but we should also watch it. Keep it covered to keep any bugs and dirt out."

While her magic was differently sourced, she was not blind to the fact it did come from other places. When Dom walked away she approached him and landed a hand on him, a small gesture of support. This wasn't her area of expertise, but she knew enough about magic to ask some questions. " What if we flowed the magic in us? We are able to do feats little others can, and with seemingly no ill affects. Most of us here are either god-called, or blessed with the nature ability to channel magics. Most of us are elven anyway. Perhaps we can bleed the excess into our own spells? Would that give it a better direction? Or is it just too much too quickly?"

Mehaila makes a face at the head, before giving the body a final kick to ensure proper death. Whatever this things crimes, surely Calistria will find its proper place among the dead, to be rightfully punished for it's clear misdeeds. She then tries to check and see if the body had anything on it, looking at it with magical vision with the utterance of a word.

Taking a step towards the beast, Mehaila was caught completely off guard by it's sudden reappearance, and then its ability to not only speak, but to stand back up. The monster, or man, or whatever it was suddenly was a threat, and she took quick aim and drove her rapier into a weak spot in his defenses as he should up, a move that hampered his guard for the others to hopefully have an easier time to hit him with. It wasn't the prettiest strike in the book, but it counted, and at a time like this it was the type of underhanded fighting they needed.

26 damage total using the adament rapier, plus a -4 ac to me and a -2 ac to everyone else.

Taken by surprise, Mehaila was heading in the exact opposite direction the creature apparently wanted to take. Which was not good, as she suddenly had no time to react, a rare occasion for this elf. What was even more amazing was how quickly her husband was able to throw not only the creature off balance, but even seemly killed it, sending the body away from Lyra to a safe distance. If able to reach it, Mehaila would start her best to remove the head from the body, the gory filled work taking her time, but would also hopefully prevent the monster from rising again.

"If we break it into pieces, surely it will have trouble coming back, and it makes it much easier to burn and purify, if it deserve such a fate. This was no innocent I feel. I pray Calistria sends them to their proper place."

Mehaila dashes forward, stopping about 40 feet away from the beast as she cast out another blinding flare of light from her hand, as the sound of a whip is heard, bringing forth the imagery and ideas of a harsh crack along skin that was still delightful to the one on the receiving end. She was not close enough to assist Dom or Moira quite yet, but she calls out " Keep it distracted and I will try to weaken it! Hold on a bit longer! For the beauty of Calistria we shall defeat this blight!"

Searing light again, for 36 damage.

Mehaila seems stunned momentarily as the creature completely ignores her. After having a little bit of power for so long she was not used to something just completely acting like she did not exist. Calling on a bit of anger, and with a thought of vengeance, Meha calls forth a burst of light, full of the sting of the slight the creature gave her. HOW DARE IT?! Filthy creature. Take this. The sight of Dom being struck only adds to her anger, for that was hers to do what she wanted to with.

The power brought forth from her finger was light a bright ray of light, shining brightly as it went and pierced into the creatures skin, the holy power of Calistria clear as she strikes it. The vengeance was a bit clear in her pose, as she moves to get closer to the creature as she could after throwing that spell.

39 searing light damage, rolled and approved!

Mehaila feels a bit discouraged by the lack of response, but she also felt she was wise to the source of the lack. That would not change her viewpoint that her faith was placed correctly. If nothing else what makes a better revenge than proving she could stand this test alone? But that would solve nothing if she got into a debate with her deity now, for after the prayer, it became clear something was happening.

When it became clear that even holy magic was challenged, she felt there may be a chance to trick the creature. They clearly had bested it when it was more fully formed, perhaps a deal could be struck?

" Creature in the flame! What is your business here? You are called forth by what?" Meha calls out, using a bit of charm to try and figure out how the creature would respond. It could be smart after all

Disarming flirtation to see if it will talk to us, charisma to see if it works. 21 rolled for it.

Meha would pray to Calistria about purifying the area, setting the stage to crush and remove any evil influence the dead body may have left lingering. She takes out a few supplies, mainly fire making supplies, and starts a small fire on the top of the corpse. While doing so, she prays " Oh favored sting, if this creature be as vile in life as un-death, I pray you find them deserving of punishment as needed. If this soul was not wicked, I pray it can at least taste what wonders may come from the slight twitch of a whip." While talking she would stoke the fire with spare firewood and other debris, trying to ensure that the corpse would burn fully.

Afterwards, she would approach Rosa and Lyra, and ask " Is there anything we can do to keep them? Perhaps as a barrier of some sort? It was useful to protect the creature, perhaps a way to expand it to a settlement?"

Still not trusting the beast to be dead, Mehaila tries her best to get as close to the remains as possible, with a spell ready just in case the beast decided it was not dead. While her arrows had no affect, the rest of the party had managed to do work, while once again she did nothing. The lest she could do was venture forth and check on it, though if the water got to deep she would turn back.

" I feel we need to extract all the pieces we can. Even that frozen bit needs to be cleansed. And I would like to purify the grounds. Even if we do not know what this was, it seems undead, and we will not have any of them." Her voice seemed firm, used to having a household to order about, along with decisions to be made. However she was open to anyone's better suggestions of what to do with the ice mass.

After prepping and ensuring Domitian is well set and secured, Mehaila pulls out her longbow, and lets fly a few arrows, on the off chance some of her attacks will help. It was not the best of plans, but it was something better than doing nothing. She would walk backwards, keeping some distance between herself and the beast, right up until it was close enough she could unleash a spell on it, with a bright ray of light bursting forth from her hands, with a bit of whip and chains rattling in the air as the spell moves forward. Every few seconds she would move back 15 feet, trying to keep a good distance between herself and the beast as some of her party took to the skies.

Meha stops and thinks for a moment, before offering up "Well, we can possibly move into a stealth approach, making much less noise and maybe we can get a drop on whatever it is. For all we know it could be friendly." The chances of it were low, but still, whatever it was moving within their borders needed to be studied and known about for the general public to be safe.

Looking out from her place near Dom, Meha looks out towards the rock formation, and tries to recall if she had ever heard of anything like this. While she hadn't, that doesn't mean this rocks were unnatural, nor dangerous, but a bunch of strangely shaped rocks. She dismounts from her horse, and ensuring her hair was properly tied back, starts to approach, informing the group " While they seem normal, see how our horse wont go near? Let us travel on foot for a moment."
She was on her guard, making sure this was not a trap of any kind.

As it sounded as if they had a plan ready, Meha would have one of the aides go and ensure the plans for the groups absence was in place. While not planning to be gone long, it was still an absence, and from the looks of the party, perhaps needed. They were working yes, and had achieved a good measure of success. But still, the old itch to adventure had never left, and this smelled of one. Besides, it would only be a few weeks at most.

"If everyone is ready, and has no business left, I say we give it the night to ensure all measures in place. Afterwards we ride out in the morning, after letting those who need to know where we are going. Do not need the army panicking because we took a jaunt and blew out a few craters. Lyra, no craters, unneeded anyways. We do need farmland." Meha sounded a bit more mature, and steady in the role of a leader, but still, they were a group, and needed all parts to work correctly. It was clear she was able to play the politics well, having helped keep them steady somewhat as they built, but now it was time for the kingdom to stand without them for a few days.

It had been a long and trying two years. After a bit of work, and firm committal, Mehaila finally cornered Dom, and made an honest man of him. Sure, there was something special about him she could never describe, and they had their arguments, but it was clear the priestess was content and happy. This ment however she had to juggle maintaining their household, which was kept clean and airy, with a slightly chic woods vibe that surprisingly fit both spouses. This however was the most pleasant part of the first year, as the first year was rough, especially the loses to the young kingdom.

Meha was the most concerned about the starfall, and was worried about the lake and its waters. The strange cloud was troubling her the most, and yet after the destruction of the other, it was slightly forgotten. After the first recovery effort became clear that nothing was left, she would led a small effort into a memorial for those who had been lost. She took her time, and after some talking and planning with Lyra, made a memorial for the future, both as a reminder of what was lost, and of how to plan for the future.

She would then have a few people look into the lake water, concerned that such destructive power on a mine could have on the waters and fish. This however was a project she expected to take a few years, knowing it would be unclear for the time being.

This however lead her into more and more into a supporting role for Dom. While he was now talking policy and making sure everything was running as it should, she would talk with people and gather their opinions a bit more, and play hostess as was expected of her. This led to her gathering contacts in the local places, and starting to hear other rumors. This after a time led to more and more seeing and talking with Moira, and while she was pretty sure the house and nation could afford to miss them for a few weeks, she waited a bit longer before one night talking it over with Dom.

Afterwards during a meeting, which in her mind seemed a bit sad that to see her close companions not her husband, it was about an act of anyone of their deities. However, while this meeting was a bit tense, as Moira had kept after her on it, Meha brings it to the table with everyone " There has been a growing issue recently with the hunters, and it seems it may call for our attention. Moira has requested this before, but now I am hearing talks of it in town, and while we each are unique in how we help, I believe this calls on all of us, similar to last years Star destruction. Reports of trolls have been coming in, terrorizing the local hunters. This is no longer one or two trolls on our southern side, but perhaps a band of them. We remember seeing them two years ago, and while not an issue then, they are now. We can send our fledgling army, which, while having the numbers, would be a needless waste without any magical support, or we can at least for a few weeks go and care for it ourselves. I believe bringing some of the army with us may be helpful, and we act as the magical support, limiting our loses, and securing it ourselves. What says the group?" Meha was clearly in favor of going and hunting the group down, for surely it was not the act of one troll Moira was reporting.

Meha would work the crowd, assisting with the guards job to keep people back, and would even start to help tend to those affected, trying to keep everyone as calm as possible as Dom and everyone else figured out what was happening. She was not skilled at weapon making, and so she figured if anything she was best on the outside, puzzling out and directing the guards, and possibly fielding any questions the citizens have. There was shouting and then burst of flames, and after a bit more shouting, so it sounded as if everything was going decently well, as far as she could figure out.

Mehaila started to move forward once the barrier was gone, clearly not pleased to have been forced out of a fight, and for Dom to suddenly be flying high in the area when he had just been standing somewhat in the open. Things had played out a bit to fast for even her eyes to follow, but all she knew was that Moira was now under a bear that was moving.

Intent on saving their fighter who was clearly being mauled by a bear powered by magic, Meha missed the obvious result until once upon them, as the bear was shifting into an old human, and then shifting into dust. The screaming by Moira was of no help either, causing Meha to jump backwards and land on her ass, because she was not expecting any of what was happening in front of her. And quickly threw up as Moira started digging in the ashes, as if she was looking for something. She heaved for a bit, clearly bothered by whatever was happening right here.

While Moira makes her choice, Mehaila would wait until she walked away, before slapping her on the back with a simple spell, but powerful. " May your strength remain for this fight. You are alone for as long as you need, but you can take help before hand."

When Moira goes to fight the bear I'm going to give her a bulls strenght.

Looks grimly as Delan returns, unsure how or why, but for now, the more important question on her mind was Moira's query. She was against letting her friend fight alone, however, sometimes that is how things were best done, and she knew it, from experience and stories told to her.

"I will step in to save your life. Do you want that when you are death's door or a bit before that? Still standing maybe?" Her voice told that she was not a fan of this course, but she would save her friend.

While exploring she had chatted with Dom, clearly sharing with a fellow practicer of faith different theories and other niceties, though it was clear by her subtle flirting and occasional brushes against him it was because she favored him. This was stopped however when they found the Horned God statue, for it was overgrown much more than she would have thought was allowed.

This unease grew when she saw the ruined temple. Hidden or not, she felt something was off, for what little she knew of Erastil the pool of water would have been clean if proper. Erastil did not like stagnation, and what she knew was that only stilled waters grew green. Unable to sense anything that would be helpful due to being a worshipper of a different god, she tells the group, "Be careful. Unless I miss my guess, this is not right. Should the water not be clean?" Her voice was clear that she was not completely sure since this was an Erastilian temple

Meha wasn't sure what made Lyra move forward suddenly, but nature girl was nature girl. It could have been a rare species of bug for all Meha knew, but before long, it was clear whatever it was was few things. It wasn't friendly, it wasn't happy, and based on Lyra's words, it was some type of dragon. However, Meha felts good knowing they had already fell a true dragon, and lesser cousins while dangerous, were a lesser challenge. She grabs out her bow and then asks "What if we were to bait them to the trolls? Would that be helpful? Can we outrun this beast?" Meha ask, notching an arrow as she tries to get a better sight picture of their foes

23 to spot them?

While not happy about having to wait, Meha was content they would be back to take care of this problem, for that is surely what this will become. They do not need rumors of troll issues going about their new place, as it would scare off investors, or even merchants.

As they start to move around, Meha recalls from the day they left, and ask " What exactly is a fangberry Lyra? I have never heard of one. It is a local type of plant yes?"

Meha studies the targets as best she can, knowing she has little time left to approach back to her companions. She was not completely sure what they were, though her best guess was trolls or giants of some kind. They were not human, and not elven, so she was limited in what she could say they were. She quickly makes her way back to the group, then explains to everyone what she saw, including the fact one seemed more armored than the rest.

"I believe it to be giants of some sort, but I am unsure. They stand taller than me, and are greenish. There is 4 in number though. How shall we proceed?"

Having spotted nothing of value outside of location of what was to be seen, Meha dismounts from her horse, and starts to work her way forward on the hill. Once at an appropreiate spot, she would mutter softly in elvish, vanishing before her companions eyes.
Meha slowly creeps up over the crest of the hill, careful with each step to not disturb the grass and area around her, aware she has only a few moments before the group has ruined any chance of an ambush.

After toying with a piece of leather from the boar, Meha looks up and ask " What would give her issues? Does she not fly and can avoid most predators? I say we prepare for possible flying creatures yes?"
She gets her bow out and ready, clearly ready to face this new threat, for the last one she had not been much a help in. True, she had used her spells to assist, but this felt different. She could not recall the avian scout giving a warning previously, and knew enough of causal bird behavior they only scattered when grounded, not in flight unless a bigger threat who could fly was present. She then tries to keep an eye out, unsure what she was looking for, but guessing a bird of some type.

Rolled a 26 perception to see anything I am able to.

Meha goes to stop Moira, before Moria explains what the beast did and what one meant. She then steps back, for even one raised in the city, her elven nature did not change overly much. She was still not a fan of harming animals when it could be avoided, and while this one meant others, she was still split on the choice to kill it or free it, until Moira solved the issue. She glances about for support, and seeing that Lyra was having some issues as would be expected, Meha steps to her.

"It is humane yes? I do not understand completely about your faith, but it is no secret to an elf to respect nature. I do have to wonder though, have you ever travelled to one of the big cities? I hear Absalom is huge, yet I wonder how they affect the nature around them. Are we building something to last like that?" Her questions was clear a distraction, as she was not able herself to kill an animal that was seemingly healthy. She had never been asked to do so on any of her jobs either, and it seems strange now was the time she found out she may not be able to kill a guard dog.

After the deed was done, she ask while Moira was butchering the animal for skins "Should we be concerned for others to be around here? Do we need to warn the outpost somehow?"

Rolled a 17 for stealth

As they ride, Meha reflects upon those request made of them, though she swore there was something they were forgetting. She tries puzzling it out by looking over some of her notes, but after the training to craft things from magic, it seems she forgot to write it down properly. However, when Moira seems to have found something interesting, and hearing the yipping, she joins Moira in the stealthy approach, trying her best to creep into a spot to see what was happening

After enjoying everything that had been done, she was more than glad to wash away the blood and muck. Stripping naked without much care in the world, it was clear just how happy to have a hot bath she was, as it took her a few moments, before teasing Dom about having three 'defenseless women at his oh so powerful mercy.'

The tree worried her a bit, and she would place a hand on it after feeding it once, wondering if it would burn them. She was curious about something, and had pulled Rosa to the side to even ask. "Do you think we could use it for some types of poison you think?" Meha asks Rosa when she grabbed a chance to get her alone. No need for the others to overhear things best left to the darkness, and who else but their resident potion maker would know?

After sweating and grumbling about bones the size of her legs, Meha sits down as the group wonders what to do next. She knew they still had much to explore, and wonders aloud "What all did we miss you think? And those ruins, I want to explore them a bit. Do you think we should finish the map of the area we were told?" She wanted the map finished, if only because Lyra had previously said it must be finished before exploring those elven ruins more.

Meha shakes her head, and giving Dom a bull strenght again after the first wore off, she also does her best to help butcher the carcass. She was clearly not excited about doing this, but she did help out how she could, though sometimes her best effort was using create water to hydrate and wash the party off.
"This is not my most favorite thing we have ever done. I think I will prefer fish from now on." She comments after a few hours, washing blood and other viscara from her body.

Meha thinks for a second, before voicing to the others "Well, if our tree likes to eat meat, and it ate the other hogs, is there no danger in feeding this to it? Surely this beast should hold it and help it grow that much quicker?" Her voice wavered a bit, as it was clear she was unsure what effect it would have on the tree, but she also knew not to waste, if not from her childhood, but watching her other companions. They did not have city luxuries here, and so nothing could be wasted.

Even her curiosity was piqued when they mentioned finding stuff in the tusk. Meha looks at it when given a chance, noticing it was a great mineral, and would probably make some great jewelry pieces, but outside of a fashion idea, she was unsure what it could be. She does offer up "Perhaps more like this is in the other tusk? Or through all it's bones? Could we take them for study?" She was out of her depths, and had no way of determining anything more really

Meha jumps as the creature is slammed down suddenly, and the fight was over. And then the rain came even harder. She was starting to get sick of being in the rain, and was feeling a bit of a chill from it and the temperature dropping. She just wanted to get back to somewhere she could at least try her hair, for it being in a wet messy of a ponytail seemed awful.

"You go ahead and do that. Does anyone need healing? I only had to use one spell, so I should have a few healthing spells left."
Meha knew Dom had been hit, but he did his fancy magic thing and was suddenly better. She really needed to check her spells tonight, and try and get some more useful ones, for what she had prepared for today was not good enough

Striking from a spot nearby, Meha tries to get her spell off. Calling forth chains from the ground, she uses them to lash at the beast. She was unable to pierce its hide with its thrashing, as the spot she had called the spell to was a bit out of reach of the chains, so they struck the wild hog harmlessly on the sides. She was now within 40 feet of the beast, with only her rapier to defend herself with, as she was not used to flying as the others were. And having her stay on the ground may give the others a better chance to attack it.

Slipping from her horse, for she was no good fighting on one, she tried to slip into the underbrush away from Moira, though she was not as careful as Moira when she went to dismount and go to brush. She was unsure if she had attracted its attention, but she would try to see if she had anything to keep her good, at least until she knew what she was dealing with. She just was not yet used to the wilderness for this. However, she would await to see what it was, and form a best way to attack or redirect the threat.

Meha would ask and try to find out more about the plans to do the tree house, as she really enjoyed the idea of using that obviously Elven place as a base, but she knew they needed to know more about it before anything else was done. It could go very badly if everything wasn't carefully examined there, and she knew it. A girl could wish though.

However, Meha's talking goes down as they got soaked. Even with a travel blanket and other ways to keep the rain off of her, she puts her hair back into a ponytail, clearly soaked. Battling the rain was a chore, distracting from all directions with the wind. This all happened when suddenly there was a large crashing in the surrounding area. Which with all the weather, meant it was very close by, perhaps close enough they would not outrun whatever was causing it if it was something they had no wish to met, and the sound of a wild hog did not bode well.
" Perhaps we should get ready for this fight? Surely you all here that." Due to the weather, she attempts to locate how much time before this beast was before them.

While helping Lyra by using her preservation magics, she shakes her head. During a pauses she says softly, more to Moira's last point than anything " Then as good people we kill that person. Just because someone is stupid does not mean you protect them to the harm of the world around you. Does the less camouflaged deer not get shot first?" It was clear Meha didnt understand Moira's worries about the other humans, a small reminder that elven society and thinking was just slightly different from humans. Once finished however, she would look at what they completed and state " Well now, that is finished... what is next?"

Thinks before responding, her overly large eyes blinking " We would know to either be prepared to defend yourself in that area, ask someone to move it, or if it was sick and dying, put it down. If you are careless enough to lose to an animal, perhaps it was due to nature. Live in harmony with nature. Secondly, " and Meha gets a bit dark sounding, as if something is gone from her voice, an emotional key that made her seem approachable " Drow do not exist, and if they did, do not ever, ever, make the mistake of calling an elf one. I will give you a pass this time, due to them not being real, and you being ignorant. But something's not even friendship will stay a fight on." Her eyes bore into Moira, for the tense in the air it was clear a very hard line had been crossed.

Meha sighes and shakes her head. She wasn't ever sure where humans stood on the whole age scale, but clearly Moira was like a young elf. Always curious, but sometimes missing the whole point. After a bit of time to properly compose her thoughts into something she could make human, she ventures forth " We elves have a saying.... or.. well a phrase for your kind, but a phrase for us. Lyra may have heard it before. I glad na- cuin, or rather, the forest lives. It can be either helpful or harmful, but the forest is ALIVE. Would you say a bear is anymore a pet? Outside of creatures like Shirak who are bonded to someone with a cooler head, if not by much, you do not actively blame the trees for falling on your house if you build among them, nor do you blame the bear when you live out in the woods." She seems a bit miffed Moira doesnt get her point, because to her it is just simply a creature who exist and causes them no harm nor anyone else harm. The tree would be fine if people did not interfere with it.

Taking the chance, she pokes Lyra, checking her out before saying " That is very true. Look at Moira. If you took half her chest and give it to you, her's would still be bigger." Which, while Meha was a bit curvy for an elf, it was only slightly more, nothing compared to a normal human woman. She was mainly all long and graceful, not rounded.

As far as Moira talking about killing the tree, she says " That is the typical human response to everything. Kill it. Different? Kill it. Pointy ears? If you can't f%!% it kill it. Why not respect some things are dangerous? Do you truly blame the wasp when it stings you for invading it's nest?" Meha makes a fae at Moira, for while she wasn't as naturey, she still grew up in a tree house.

Meha, while not completely shocked at first, since she had asked Lyra, and assumed this was just some magical Lyra thing. However, when Lyra herself was confused, did it really dawn on Meha just how special the tree was, and then how special their bond to it was. Sure, she was not a fan of vines, and she had stepped back a few steps when they had snaked out and whipped around, but soon she seemed in awe. They had a somewhat sentient creature that looked to them for guidance. That was beyond cool to her.

Once Lyra had explained all she could, and everyone was looking at the tree in a different light, she says " Perhaps if given the chance, I would like to be laid to rest here. It is not every day one gets to see magic made before them, and then to have made it yourself is another feat. Perhaps you can remember to...." Her thoughtful and somber tone seemed to fade a bit at the end, more a sad comment about how short life was for some, for while everyone gathered knew elven kind lived long lives, it was not until realized just how long that was sometimes. Meha had not really thought about her out living her companions when she started to make the remark, but it was clear at the end she realized it

Meha makes a small disgruntled sound at Moira as everyone/only Dom pours attention on her, while Meha goes and sulks a bit near some of the down hogs. She had no idea what to do with the ones that had been lightening, and just now sorta awkwardly stands around. She still hadn't picked up any of the more naturie stuff from Moira or Lyra, so she was a bit lost when it came time to dealing with the after affects of fighting off wildlife.

"Maybe we could give the tree some of the hogs blood? That's a thing you do isn't it Lyra?" The question stemmed more from her lack of understanding about what Lyra did than any misunderstandings about how the world worked.

Meha manages to duck her head from the duel explosions in time, though barely, as she was somewhat right in the center when they went off. THe flashing light bothered her more than anything else, as she had to blink for a second to clear her vision, but when everything focused back all the hogs were dead, and everything seemed fine. She calls out to Moira, having no idea how to skin a hog. " Hey Moira, you got any tips, or should we just leave it to you? Hey? HEY! Moira, I'm talking to you!" Moira seemly ignores her, and Meha crosses her arms and glares at the woman. Typical humans, always doing whatever. Least she could've done was answer me, anything. SHe goes back to staring at the hogs, for surely they were not skinned like fish.

Meha goes in for the strike, leaping from behind the tree in a similar manner how she suddenly struck the dragon only days before. However, this time she had misjudged her steps, resulting in her being just a bit out of reach when she struck home with her rapier. She scored a hit, but due to her position and timing it only bounced harmlessly off the bristling fur of the wild hogs.

Having been chilling around the fire, she seems to be a bit put out upon the intrusion. It had been such a peaceful night afterwards, but now there was a new challenge. She was not the hunter the others were, more cosmopolitan than them, but still, a challenge was a challenge.

" I bet I shall bring the best one in." Meha seems more interested in challenging her friends than truly testing out which one brought forth the best one. Even though from her stance and her attitude clearly she felt she would have the best

Mehaila shivers under the watchful eye, aware that whatever just saw her, didn't see just her, but it saw HER, who she was, who she would be, and what she could do. She wanted to share with the others what happened, but the form in her mind didn't make sense, and she had no words to describe exactly what it was she saw. All she knew is now there was for sure an entity that KNEW her. And good or bad, she was unsure what would happen from that.

After a few moments, she obviously tries to speak, but each time, she fails. Eventually, she settles for trying about the tree, mentioning " Well... ummm... the tree....Tree?" She was obviously baffled and flustered.

Meha whistles a bit as she looks at it. The fire was a joy to her, as if fireworks were going off, each one dazzling and exciting. However, what caught her eye the most was the tree. It seemed to wrap around the wood, protecting it from the outside. SHe got really curious about it, muttering under her breath and she reached out, wondering if what she was seeing was in anyway a physical or just magical sight.

Frowning, for while she had not readied detect poison, she always kept detect magic. Unsure why Lyra wanted it cast, she does the same as Rosa, though her words were softer and frankly more sensual in nature, subtle movements of her hands really. She comments " Detect poison is more useful if Rosa had put something in your drink that could harm you. I am unsure if anyone else here would even know much about using poisons in that sense outside of me and her, and I still prefer not to use them."

Giggling at Lyra's obvious displeasure, she pokes her with a stick and says " Perhaps a little climbing is in order? One can not always magic out of a situation. Sometimes finesse is needed. Other times, hard work is the best thing. Or you could always have your beau do it for you." Meha says teasingly to Lyra, as she had not be gathering firewood, but trying to figure out the best way to help out Rosa.

She does somewhat stay near the water though when they go to get the fire ready, clearly ready to dive in if needed to

Meha knew something of Mana storms, but she never delved deep into it, as it seemed to be a foreign deep forest with no population type of things. She talks to Lyra about it, for her lack of knowledge was clear " I am confused. I thought that was for the wild untamed lands of the southern landmasses? Are we sure this will affect even my magic?"

She was wanting a fire, for while 50 was pleasant compared to what they had just ridden through, it was still not nearly as warm as she would have liked. She grumbles as she awaits for more information from Lyra.

As the group went south, Meha would notice the small things like the small animals and other things that nature held. Some of it was still a bit foreign to her, and as the weather grew worse she shivered. She was a fan of the cold when it meant having someone to share it with, and a warm fire, and spiced wines. This however was a much colder and windy than she was used to, her clothing built for protection and travel more so than elements. She would huddle into herself somewhat, cursing that she could not retrieve her sleeping blanket without taking everything off her horse.

Once they got to the living tree however, Meha was confused. She looks to Lyra and ask " Did you move us along any? Like any magical aid? We should not be this far south. Did I take us down the wrong path?" While the first words seemed normal, the last question posed showed a little into how Meha took a leadership roll, yet was not completely sure of her choices. She took out a copy of the map they had, and while everyone else was busy, she would measure and mutter, clearly confused how they got to where they were. This eased up after a while, as she then helped to make camp with everyone else.