Fox's Glade be cunning, and full of tricks

she watched the movements of him, mirroring the quietude of his delight with the quickness of her gliding to his side. the mayfair beheld how tadec's soulful gaze flickered the glow of precious gems across her coat, and wondered at it. but she had no time for such contemplations, for the small warrior was speaking.
drawing up her stride, mona watched the play of intrigue and reverence fan across her companion's countenance. "hoomba? no, homba," the little firebird corrected, confused despite the slow burn of a smile across her lips. "i've never summoned anything before," she mused, worrying her lip before sweeping her murkwater eyes around the darkened place. "but i would like to try. tadec," the druid-child whispered, her ears drawing forward in a curiosity, "what is a homba?"