Golden Glade [NaWOWriMo] Flying to Neverland

Sulkity sulkity stomp stomp stomp. Recent events were whirling around her head in the most aggravating of manners, like a maddening itch she couldn't reach to scratch, and keeping her from sleeping well to boot. Talos was therefore up and restlessly pacing and muttering to herself under her breath as she paid very little mind to where she was going or why. It was not entirely unwelcome when the dazzling spark off among the trees caught her eye and distracted her, though as Talos lifted her head, blinking, she wasn't entirely sure if she was missing out on more sleep than she'd thought and possibly starting to hallucinate things. She gave her head a quick little shake and poked her nose in the direction of the flash she'd seen as she took several careful deep sniffs of the air. Could it maybe, just possibly be...one of the dragons she'd been seeking awhile back? They did breathe fire, after all, right? Talos wasn't sure quite what she'd seen, if anything, but she did have some suspicions.

She moved forward with a few more experimental snuffs, and then sneezed. She paused to scrape a paw across her nose, and worked her jaw as she wrinkled up her nose, tweaking it exaggeratedly side to side and then sneezing again. Whatever it was, it didn't quite smell like anything much and yet somehow still managed to tickle her nose. She was about ready to turn around and leave in disgust, when instead another blaze of color went whipping by much closer, with a strange doppler effect to the "woooo, woo-woo-woooo!" noises it was making. What?! managed Talos, snorting in surprise, and then, Hey! Hey! interrupted by another sneeze. Hey you, get ba' 'ere! she yelled upward, having sworn she'd just glimpsed a strange puppy zooming by in midair. Wha's wrong wit' you? Get BACK 'ere! Nooowww! Okay, so maybe this whole thing was just some sort of bizarre sleep-deprived hallucinatory dream, she wasn't sure, but if so it was her dream still and either way she wanted some answers, right now dammit! She was not any more pleased when in the process of scuttling after the unidentified flying-puppy-thing with her head jutted up into the air a large stick on the ground rose up to trip her and put her chin down into the dirt instead.