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The plants warned her of an incoming approach a few seconds before Feir's ears picked up on it, and so by the time he yelled, Reilyn was already on her feet, running to Shasta's side and retrieving her sheathed blade from there. A week of sparring practice with someone who wasn't afraid to come at her hard had done a lot for the Princess, and she was much less hesitant about these things now, which was just as well. She probably wouldn't have survived much longer otherwise.

She felt a chill go down her spine as she led Shasta to the center of camp and began gathering what little supplies she had. Whatever was coming made the plant life uneasy, and that was no simple feat to accomplish as it was with animals. Very little ever affected plants directly, and they did not often change to her senses aside from differentiation in species and such. Her hands went white on the sheath and hilt of her blade, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, casting green eyes about the area as if to make out the faces of their danger from sheer force of will upon the murky gloom.

Such was not so, however, and she glanced at the others before swinging astride her mare, ready to move at the first sign they would need to. Please, just pass on by, leave us be... Reilyn knew not what was out there, but she did know that she wasn't particularly eager to find out. Murmuring in the language of the fey, she implored roots and vines to trip up anything that might be headed towards them, so that hopefully there would be enough noise to alert the group to any incoming threat.