Meadowlark Prairie red lights

All he could think about was the taste of blood on his lips; he was not so lucky, and felt his face collide with the thick skull of the ursine, and then -- he was tossed aside. Flicked. Nothing but an ant to the powerful entity before him; they were godlike with their indifference, and to be pushed aside so easily was -- well, to be honest, insulting. But he went down with a grunt. Had this been a cartoon he would've been crowned with chirping yellow birds. Instead, he had Bee.

And like it or not, she was berating him for his choice. The earth rumbled with the departure of the bear, and soon enough it was a safe distance from the two of them — but there had been no bloodshed. He had done nothing.

If she ate the berries now, she wouldn't eat anyone later, he heard Bee protesting; her logic was unsound but then, so was Revui's. He knew better than to think a beast such as that would be satisfied with a few plants. But at the same time he could not shake the feeling that she was right to some degree. If it had wanted to hurt them, it would've easily done so. He watched it's hunched back shrink as it retreated, and soon enough the dizzying sensation of his impact had abated.

— thanks for trying to protect me. Said Bee.
You're an idiot, said Revui.

He did not feel the need to explain how stupid it was for her to dive in front of the bear to begin with, but the pointed look he gave her might've said as much; he was at fault too of course. A sore loser, and with an aching body that would only feel worse later. But in the princelings mind, it was her fault this had happened — every last bit of it could've been avoided if she'd just shut her stupid mouth. The boy stood up; too quickly, but he didn't give Bee the satisfaction of seeing him weakened, and powered through a wave of his fresh concussion. Then, he turned and headed towards home.