Oh, my litttle flashlight

ooc: I am glad you joined. :)

Osprey had found the hole by accident - while she searching for food she had caught the unmistakable scent of a frog. Wet, earthy, fishlike and something she couldn't name, but that only the amphibians beheld. Having experience at tracking, she had soon found it's hiding place only to realize that the prize was not going to be that easy to get. Deep down a muddy hole in the ground, lied the tasty hibernating beauty, waiting for someone to scoop it up and eat it. And Osprey just knew that she had to be the hero of the story - if only she could figure out how.

The process of thinking and planning was interrupted by the arrival of Dante. She paused and regarded him with a long and thoughful look. The madness was over and with her rational thinking back she understood his actions completely, yet she couldn't deny that something about the whole situation had cut her deeper than it should have. Eventually she swallowed the uneasiness and cracked a grin: "Not afraid of me now, are you? The spell is gone, but you do realize that I can still hex you?" She finished on a more playful tone, hiding any hurt feelings that could resurface.