Tikal
"I don't get it.."
"I just really don't understand it.."
The day was young but everyone was already on their toes. Elves, Therians and warriors alike. When the giant troll had first appeared, terrorizing the small villages on the outskirts of Polara, challenegers from the Kingdom had come in droves. Even the royal armies had made a small showing, thinking that it was just another troll that stumbled too close and was now stupidly angry at all of the negative feedback for its arrival. Now their glistening armor was strewn about the impromptu battlefield and one or two bodies lay amongst the undergrowth.
Tikal frowned at the sight and kicked her legs gently. She was sitting, in her tiny state, on one of the many middle branches of a tree that surrounded the area. Her chin was in her hands and her wings lazily opened and closed. Her Spellbinder was open beside her. On the left page was half finished writing and on the right was a sketch of the Troll culprit howling at the sky with two scrabbling warriors in each grubby hand. Her blue eyes glanced down at her book before she commanded the item to her lap and summoned her pencil to her hand. She filled in a few more footnotes along the margins of the sketch, drawing lines to the subject of the foot note. Still though, she sighed. Her dilemma wasn't that since the flow of challengers had died down dramatically, she couldn't get a good look at the beast. Her dilemma was that she couldn't figure out what was allowing the beast to rule over the local goblins and tiny trolls in the area. It was fascinating. They acted as an angry swarm of bees protecting their queen. She just craved to know why and how.
She recieved little reprieve when she watched yet another warrior come charging up to the hill that led to the temporary dwelling of the menace. She silently wished him the best of luck until she witnessed a boulder tumble down the hill, crushing his legs to mush. The sight was just awful. Not to mention the sounds. The crunch of bone and the squish of muscle made her want to vomit and his squeals of agony made her wings shudder. "Poor soul.." she pout. But she hadn't moved a muscle. One of her cousins was nearby and had quickly aided the elf. Earning a tiny applause from Tikal.
Then she was back to staring at the Troll Hill, tapping her pencil on her shoulder as she thought. Vaguely she registered the sound of chatter and the approaching swish of feet through the grass and leaves.