It all happened so suddenly.
Too suddenly, in fact, for Gwyn to really know what was happening. The gem she had gently touched was very much alive, and had become so in a split second, its wings a blur that let it dart and flit through the air. It might have been enchanting to her if the other gemstones hadn't come to life, as well, their raccous chatter filling the clearing as they dart in and out from the assault of the young unicorn.
As it were, she was afraid; her heart hammered even harder in her chest, and with each scraping, angry attack of the fairies, she relinquishes a small bleat or exclamation of fear. As if the noise of the fairies wasn't enough, the trees, too, continue their mockery of the foal, and, also, begin to almost howl in longing as the gem-bodied creatures flit angrily through the air.
“Roscorro!” she stammers, trying to find her large protector in the strangely sight limiting swarm.
Most immediately, her magic crackles to life; the blue light dances around her, and casts long shadows from the trees. Her hooves dance beneath her, her small horn slashing at the air around her without much aim, and her hooves occasionally flicking out, to hopefully kick one or two from the sky. Her magical shield lasts only long enough for a few of the attackers to be zapped from their course of action, however, before it sputters out.
The strange mares arrival, then, was not entirely unwelcome, especially when she promptly joins Roscorro in trying to aid Gwyn out of her newfound predicament. Though the filly might have rudely wondered what it was the woman sought to gain on any other occasion, she now makes her way closer to the larger adult figures, managing to find words through her shouts of fairy-induced pain. She didn't even care if she sounded out of her mind; this whole situation was crazy enough.
“I think the - ow - trees need - ah! - one of the - eee! - gems!” she stammers, desperately looking at the ground between her parries and glances at Roscorro and the stranger, “don't - ah - run away - ouch! - 'til we - owie - got one!”
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Solanis
