Lambicorns Festival of dreams bog of nightmares

[Dr. Paine]

I'm retrieving the blocks!

Username Makoto Kino
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Novaria shifted uneasily at Grimm’s words- at least, until they caught the hint of a smile on his skeletal face. They considered saying it was less flattery and more genuine gratitude, but best not to push it. Not at such fine semantics.

They remained silent as the map appeared again, and Grimm told the group their next task- retrieve three glyph-marked stones. Deeper within the forest, this time. Likely with more dangers, or at least more things to leave a Lambie unsettled and thus prone to some mistake or another.

Well... best not to make any then, right? They quickly snatched up their satchel from the earlier part of the fair and emptied it of their spoils (mostly snack wrappers, one snail, and a few gems), and set out into the woods.

—

The air was less humid, this way; less pungent with decay and more fragrant, the scent of something alive and growing. The path wasn't quite as overgrown, either. Novaria squinted, shifting their wings as they leaned down to examine the ground a little closer and found their suspicions confirmed; this had once been a cobblestone sort of road. It was too regular, too well-fitted even in spite of the thick grasses and tiny flowers that had grown up between. Novaria knew it was foolish to dawdle, but... well, when were they going to be around somewhere like this again? Best preserve as much to memory as they could.

A faint rustle, and Novaria's head went up, their eyes wide and alert. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though-

except?

A flash of green, almost glowing. Maybe. Novaria rubbed a paw across their eyes, but there was nothing to be seen but trees and grass when they looked again. Maybe blurrier trees and grass- oh.

"Of course there'd be a fog," they muttered, shaking their head. At least the path had a distinct feel underfoot, Novaria thought as they slowly continued onwards. Keep the feel of old stones close, and things would be fine. Probably. Hopefully the fog would lift when it came time for the return trip.

--

Okay, Novaria really hoped the fog would clear up before it was time to go back. Their walk had been... utterly uneventful. Unnervingly uneventful- at least getting the water, they'd stumbled and ran into some weird plants! Here... the path was so clear? Unobstructed, even silent as the thick mist oozed its way between the trees and swallowed up any sound that might be made; swallowed up any sight into little more than a vague suggestion of a shape. Perhaps they were all merely trees and ferns and other planty things? They remained still-

Did they?

Novaria paused, their breath slow and shallow as they watched a particular shade they had taken for a gnarled bush, one that had... flickered. Moved. Definitely moved now and seemed to move closer, seemed to have a shine about it, almost that same green--

Novaria bolted.
Not their proudest of moments, but something had been coming and they refused to stick around to find out what it could be. Just keep to the path, make sure each stride felt rough and sounded of metal against stone, everything would be fine, they'd be at the rui-

And then there wasn't stone but open air and their shout-
And teeth on their tail, sharp but strong. Novaria barely managed to get their paws out in time to brace against the cliff face instead of slamming into it.

"Hey! Uh... t-thanks up there! I... I can't fly, but if you can pull me back a bit, I should be able to get back up there!"

No audible response, which... well. That made sense. But a pair of paws gripped their hind legs and pulled, slowly, until Novaria could scramble back up to solid ground, collapsing in front of their saviour and meeting a pair of shining- glowing- green eyes. Wholly green eyes, a mane like wisps of green fire, even their mouth and paws and hooves carried that radioactive sort of glow.

Their face was also covered in a frightningly Lambie-looking skull.
Still... saved was saved?

"Thank you. I... I must've gotten off-path, I'm-"

The stranger shook their head. "The path never led to where you're going," they said in a low, but surprisingly warm voice. "The ruins are off of the main road." They tilted their head, simply observing for a moment before speaking again. "I can lead you."

"Oh." Novaria cleared their throat, busying themself with making sure everything was still working- their legs were sturdy, but a too-hard yank could spell weeks of repair (or at least hours of limping), but everything seemed to be in decent order. So now it came to... should they trust this stranger? On the one hoof, they'd scared the ever-loving daylights out of Novaria. On the other... well, clearly Novaria had been going down the wrong path, and if this stranger meant any harm, then... why save?

Another thought, unbidden and unrelated - maybe it's like with fireflies. Glow to be found and followed. Not lured in for lunch.

"Alright. Please." Novaria made a point of smiling, even if forced- but it softened when the stranger smiled in return, before turning and making their way along the path. "Oh, and uh- what's your name? I'm Novaria."

"Morticia."

--

The fog only grew thicker, if anything, but Morticia's glow still cut through the worst of it. The path was still clear, but not stone- more of a dirt-packed rut- leading to what Novaria took to be crumbling walls and spires. Stones lay half-buried in the ground or consumed by moss, and it took some time to scrape and shift enough to find three marked with Grimm's glyphs, but eventually all were tucked away in the bag. Morticia nodded with approval, meeting Novaria as they left the ruins threshold, and the two made their way along the rut until it joined up to the main stone road again.

"You should be able to return from here," Morticia said with a nod. "And please- think nothing of this, okay? There are many paths to the ruins, but... well, when I saw someone on this road, I figured they might need some help."

"No kidding," Novaria said with a nervous laugh. "I really appreciate it though. Take care- and uh, maybe see you around the rest of the festival?"

"We'll see." Morticia's mask couldn't entirely hide their smile though, as they turned and vanished into the mist. And Novaria couldn't be entirely certain- it was so hard to see anything, after all. But once or twice, they thought they saw a hint of green in the haze, following along until the trees opened up to Grimm's clearing.

"Found your bricks! Here," Novaria slid out of the satchel and let it fall at Grimm's feet, their eyes shining in triumph.

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[bsktofbooks]

I accept the terms!
Username: bsktcase
Signed-up Lambie: Rubicunda
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Other: hello!

[gremlin]

New prompt!
Prize time! please note all prizes are RNG from a list of six items (for this round)

Box of wigs (entitles you to one hair edit on a lambicorn of your choice)
40 gems
Earings (give a lambicorn of your choice some neat earings (upgrades your lambicorn to stylish if they already have another accessory)
Contacts (change your lambicorn's eye color)
Glitter dust (add some glow to one part of your lambicorn (artist's discretion)
Paint bucket Add one small marking to a lambicorn of your choice

@Lilpupin Grimm eyes your bruises with a long sweep. They note your labored breathing as you deposit the stones. “You are the first to return, your method of marking the trees was… unique.” Grimm seems somewhat proud of your ingenuity. Grimm’s horns suddenly glow brightly and you watch as the stone blocks float over to them and land gently at their feet. They seem to be studying the stones but you aren’t sure and can’t quite tell through the mask. Grimm waves you off with a swish of their tail and the wisps descend once again to gift you glitter dust.
(You also rolled glitter dust for your other prompt so that brings your dust count to two)

@Newmaker Grimm notes your labored breathing and chuckles slightly. “Out of breath are we? It seems you’ve lost your edge. Though from your mumbling it seems you have had second thoughts on your alligence. I warn you, Nai’a is not all that she seems.” Grimm swishes their tail as you wonder how they could have heard your internal thoughts. The green glow surrounding your bricks jars you slightly as Grimm adds them to the pile. They once again swish you away, leaving you with the agitated cloud of wisps, which grant you a small box of earings

@Makoto Kino Grimm nods at your blocks, they eye you up and down and sniff slightly. “I see you’ve met a friend.” they note flatly. Eyeing the bite marks on your tail they add “It seems you owe your friend a great debt, perhaps your life?” Despite their snide comments, Grimm seems uninterested in you and the great pains you’ve undertaken, pulling away your bricks and hurridly shooing you away. The wisps leave you with a paint bucket

[Queen Vivane]

I'm retrieving the blocks!
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"Three stone blocks and no flying" Nero murmurs giving his wings an experimental flap before folding them against his side. "Good thing I don't need to fly all the time" he mutters to himself and sets off in the direction indicated by Grimm on the map. The forest didn't seem all that welcoming but Nero was less impressed by its attempts to spook him and merely continued on his way. Ignoring the strange shapes the trees made in the dim light and the odd noises by creatures he found he couldn't see with an unimpressed scoff. Sure they could try and take a chunk out of him, if they dared that was. Grimm had said nothing about wings being used to smack away any pesky irritations that might pop up out of the gloom.

With a sigh of irritation, Nero found himself stepping into the large clearing pictured Grimm's map. A dark shape lazed across the ground in front of the stones, bat-like wings folded tight against sleek black fur. He recognized those amusement filled green eyes and the smile of mischief that formed on the dark face. This was the one he'd met during his explorations at the festival itself.

"What could a face as handsome as yours be doing in woods as bland as these?" She purred as she wove her way over to his side.

"Came to fetch rocks for that skull mask-wearing weirdo hanging out in the circle" Nero replied as the dark female brushed her tail along his chest.

"I'm probably not allowed to help you carry the rocks but that doesn't mean I can't help you find them" she laughed, gesturing for Nero to follow her. The pair of Lambicorns moved through the ruins, the darker one occasionally patting a block with one black paw before moving off in search of the other marked blocks. Eventually, they located all the glyph marked blocks and had fashioned some sort of sled-like thing to carry them on. With a thick vine tied to it so Nero could pull the thing along. Together they made their way through the forest until they came to the jagged stone circle, where Nero dragged the blocks to Grimm before moving away.

He'd been worn down with all that pulling and it showed as he slumped against the dark female, who simply settled next to him so he could simply rest for a while.

[AwkwardAnxiety]

I accept the terms!
Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Signed-up Lambie: Enigma
Linked proof team nightmare affiliation Nightmare Proof
Other: My first event, using my first lambicorn, who is an event MYO

[lilpupin]

I'm retriving the moonshrooms
Username lilpupin
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Lilac beams at Grimm's approval of her markers. When given her next task she breathes out a, "thank you, I'll remember that." The cuttlebeak didn't sound like any fun, though of course it did seem to at first. She turns back to the forest, "I'll be back!" She starts at a run, renewed with energy for the task that lay ahead. She was enjoying herself, there was nothing quite like a trip through the forest in search of treasures. She was grateful for Grimm's repeating what it was she had to retrieve. That of course didn't help her from wondering what was under their mask. Maybe he had retrieved a scar at one point in his life, one that he wasn't proud of. She reached the end of the mushroom part of the forest, this time putting dashes instead of x's or check marks. Now she'd be on her own. She was much more careful to not fall into any holes this time and even more careful to look for landmarks, even when she was in the glowing fungus. She found another cat rock, though it was different from the first. There was a stream at one point too. On and on she went, looking for the mushrooms. Then she heard it, a voice more soft and sweet than anything she had ever known. Her mind emptied and all that occupied it was the notes of the song being whispered then hummed, the sound a cadence. "Oh," she heard her own voice sigh. She followed it, feeling both numb and full - full of the music. What even was she doing? Why was she here? It must have been to hear the voice, that wonderful song. Then she stops, her paw stepping on something mushy, a hoof crushing something squishy. She looked down; the mushrooms! Yes, of course, the mushrooms, she'd nearly forgotten! A shiver ran through her body, and the voice, that silver trance... She looked up, a giant willow stood next to the gaping maw of a cave. There were several of those trees in fact, but only a few mushrooms made their way outside of the empty rock. She glanced into the canopy of one of the willows where the voice still sung, there she saw flashing lights. She could feel the emptiness returning again and she tore her gaze away. She knew better than that now. She ran into the cave, hoping to escape the notice of the dreaded cuttlebeak. She began hastily rounding up mushrooms, stuffing them in between her wings and her ribs. She wondered if the reason they were called "signing willows" was because the cuttlebeak lived there with their entrancing music. With her mushrooms stowed safely away she made it back to Grimm with haste. She had little trouble this time, she had been careful to spot landmarks and didn't get too lost. She deposited them at their feet. "Here you go," she announced with a proud smile. She glanced around her, it seemed she was the first one back again!

[gremlin]

New Prompt!
Huh I wonder what team Dream is up to right now.

[Dr. Paine]

(Hope it's ok doing two in one! The new prompt went up when I was almost finished with the mushrooms, so I figured I'd keep the momentum going xD)

I'm retriving the moonshrooms
UsernameMakoto Kino

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Novaria rubbed her paws together, gritting her teeth against the sharp sparks of pain that flared through them. The tasks were far from over, and she couldn't risk them seizing up during another long walk. Times like this, she felt having her prosthesis was kind of a help- sure, there was a little achiness around her lower back and all, but she only had to deal with one set of sore legs, not two! And if Grimm's mumblings were anything to go by, there was certainly more to come. More to be concerned about, were they making something? Was it the sort of thing that would go catastrophically wrong if anything was improper?

Her ears went flat as she realized she drifted off during the important part of the speech. She glanced at Grimm, debating whether or not it was... wise to ask them to repeat, but- oh thank goodness. It seemed like she wasn't the only one who kind of mentally wandered off, and Grimm seemed to take some pity on the group. They said something about mushrooms, willows... bird. Bird was Bad. Avoid Bird.

Novaria nodded, stretching her legs before taking off down the path- the same road she'd taken gathering the rocks, actually. The map seemed to show a similar direction, and she was pretty sure she had seen some great formation in the distance, being hauled back up the ravine...

--

The journey was swift. Lonelier, too- it seemed Morticia had wandered off somewhere. But the moon had risen high by now, the fog had faded, the way ahead was bright and clear; even the ravine couldn't inspire fear, now that she could actually see her way down. Which, evidently, was only... two? Three feet? Full of jagged rocks that made excellent footholds, but probably would have hurt terribly, falling into them unprepared. The rocky path led to a copse of trees, shorter and thicker leaved than the ones up above. Thicker with grasses too, and flowers that filled the air with faint sweetness. Even the creaking and groaning of the woods on either side were less ominous, now more like the comforting sound of a creaky well-worn floor, or a rocking chair by a cozy fire. More sounds carried, too- faint whoos and the scuttling of small creatures, surely evading the owl's deadly talons. Rustling grasses, the faint babbling of water.

Novaria grinned, giving a little skip and hustling along, water! Surely willows would have to be nearby, right? The wind picked up, blowing at her back, almost encouraging. Almost singing... something about it seemed musical anyway, a little tune that calmed her heart, something to hum along to--

Until that tune turned into a shriek, sharp as ice in her ears. Novaria froze in place, scanning the area wildly and there, there they were, wasn't that what Grimm had said? Soft, shifting colors and a tune made to lure the victim into complacency. The Cuttlebeaks shrieked again, swooping from the trees.

Novaria ran.

No thought, no direction, she just ran to where the birds weren't, though hopefully- maybe, maybe if she could keep her eyes open-

There!

A yawning shadow between a pair of waving fronds, where the stream turned and ran underground. Novaria splashed through the water, darting into the cave and crouching behind the closest rock she could. She waited there- catching her breath of course, but waiting too to see if the birds were going to continue the chase or not. By the time her heart had calmed and her lungs didn't burn quite so much, it was clear that the Cuttlebeaks hadn't found her worth the fight, so... good, right? She stepped back into the shallow water, taking a better look around the cave before deciding to follow the stream as far as she could. Grimm had said these mushrooms grew deep in the cave, after all.

--

It wasn't terribly long before she saw the faint, silvery stalks poking up from the ground. Novaria gathered up as many as she could (and washed her paws very well in the stream afterwards- didn't hurt to be cautious), turned and followed the stream up and out of the cave- up and along the trees too. The water overpowered the sound of the birds, and she made sure to keep her eyes alert and searching for any hint of the creatures.

It seemed they didn't have any desire to attack such a wary target.

The rest of the journey was swift, and Novaria scrambled back into the clearing, dropping her moonshrooms in the pile with the others, just in time to catch Grimm's voice- another task, already?

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I'm retriving the flowers
Username Makoto Kino

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Grimm was big. That had been Novaria's very first thought, upon entering the clearing.

She was wrong.

Grimm was enormous.

She trembled slightly- between their size and the shine in their eyes, one that was uncomfortably reminiscent of the Cuttlebeaks she'd just faced, it couldn't be helped. But she wouldn't be scared- one, it was just rude, they were an Elder after all. Ancient and powerful, worthy of respect. Second... well, she'd come this far. She didn't want Grimm to think her some kind of coward, not now.

So the tremble that coursed through her upon hearing she had to, quote, charge at full speed into a tree, was entirely unrelated to being frightened. It was just chilly, or irritation- seriously, something like this was Tera's domain, with those huge horns of his.

Or it was fear. Just.. plain old fear of bodily harm and pain. Then again...

"I understand, Elder," Novaria said, dipping her head politely. "I... it was... startling to hear. But you wouldn't be telling us to do this without good reason, would you?"

She turned, taking off down the marked path before they had a chance to answer.

--

The terrain west of Grimm's clearing was... interesting. Started as thick forest, much as everything else had, but the trees seemed thinner, less packed together. Spindly, needley little things that all seemed to bend a little bit towards the top, like they'd been subjected to strong winds through all their long lives; thin forest that grew shorter and thinner with every mile lost underneath Novaia's feet. Slowly, the trees became more shrub and brush, tall grasses; the ground almost stony. Drier and crumblier, nothing like the dense, damp marshground she'd grown so used to already.

Novaria swallowed, slowing her pace and looking around. They had said the canyon was beyond the forest- far beyond, but... well, a tree. It seemed like she'd passed all the trees, and her paws were on fire- maybe she should have waited a little bit, rested before bolting right off into the next task. Should have gotten something to eat, too...

No, not now. This wasn't the time to get all stuck in that loop- if she made a mistake, she made a mistake, and she'd have to deal with that. What would be worse- being last to the task, or screwing up something that was clearly so important to Grimm? Novaria sighed, lowering her head and turning...

What was that?

Something just at the edge of her vision as she moved. Just a flicker, but- there. Just in the distance, a tall tree on the horizon, covered in what almost seemed like a thick snow, but she knew had to be flowers. A dogwood, perhaps? she thought once she had managed to get close. Not right up to it yet, but enough that every breath was heady with the tree's scent, almost enough to make her a little light-headed.

Of course, that could have been the exhaustion... or hunger.

Well, she could deal with that later. Would deal with it later, she promised herself. Novaria took a deep breath, lining herself up with the trunk and closing her eyes, charging ahead so quickly that by the time she acknowledged no nope NOT DOING THIS and opened her eyes to know where to swerve-

the sky above seemed somewhere between dawn and dusk, twinkling with barely-visible stars. Almost like a pool, a perfect circle ringed by jagged stone peaks. The sight was nearly vertigo-inducing, so Novaria turned her gaze to the ground. Which... well. It didn't help the sensation that the sky and sea had somehow switched places, but it certainly took her breath away.

All around- from wall to wall, save the tiny patch of grass before the tree she'd entered- was nothing but flowers; lilies that shimmered and shone with every color Novaria could name, some she couldn't, some that seemed like they could exist, perhaps, only in a dream.

Aurorae's Heart indeed, she thought, carefully tracing the petals of the closest flower with a toe. A shiver ran up her spine, and Grimm's voice echoed in her mind- these flowers carried power. Almost laughable, but here... even through her life among the clouds, this was... 'enchanted' was too weak a word.

Sacred, perhaps. That barely began to cover it.

Novaria carefully snipped the flower's stem, careful not to cut too short or too long, leaving enough stem in the ground, that the bloom should regrow in time.

"Um... ... thank you? It... it feels like I should be saying thank you," she said, looking around the valley. "I hope whatever we're doing back there, it'll do right by you."

--

The return journey was. Agony? No, that seemed a bit too strong- but it hurt. She'd felt fine in the valley, but after exiting the portal tree (hey, stranger things could happen)? Every muscle felt stretched to its breaking point, and she was pointedly aware, now, that she had picked up a good slice on her left paw pad at some point, leaving her half-limping the entire time back. And then there was the flower, carried delicately in her mouth- she didn't trust it surviving the satchel, and there was nothing in the entirety of all planes of existence that would make it worth facing Grimm with a crushed, wilted flower; not when getting another one was completely out of the question.

Just a little further- the shrubs slowly grew taller, and she was within the forest again. The moon had grown low in the faintly lightening sky; was barely a sliver by the time the ground became pleasantly soft underfoot. Every blink was a struggle to keep her eyes open, every step a beg for rest, but she couldn't slow- couldn't think of resting, because there was no way she'd be getting back up for a while once she was down.

--

Was dawn close? Novaria wasn't sure. All she could focus on was the towering figure in the empty clearing, the shimmering- comforting?- green glow and swirling wisps.

She made herself stand before Grimm, dropping the flower at their feet and looking up into their eyes- one set at least. Perhaps she should say something... but all that came out was an enormous yawn.

Incredibly rude. But she had been the one running around all night, and she brought the flower back safe and sound. "I'll... consequence later. Sorry. Got your flower. Gonna nap," she mumbled, staggering off to her little corner of the glade, munching down the remains of a pretzel before curling up with the snake plushie, sound asleep before even another minute had passed.

[Griff]

I'm retriving the flowers
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She admittedly thought she had misheard the directions at first. Why... why hit the tree? Wasn't that a good way to get a concussion? Man did this guy really hate them all that much? Still she listened, trying not to let her incredulous thoughts show too badly. Still at the end of his request she straightens quickly, giving a bow of her head. "Yes sir! I will not let you down!" She reassures, trotting in a westward direction.

Admittedly, it was always a bit harrowing when traveling that at certain places the terrain would shift so wildly. The further she traveled, the less tress surrounded her. Trees gave way to thickening ice, which transformed the landscape around her into a shimming but very dangerous wonderland of sorts. If she wasn't on a purposeful journey? Certainly she would have stopped to take in the scenery more, or tried to find some snow to make snow angels in. Still, eyes on the prize. Careful, resolute, unfaltering. She could DO this.

Within some time, the tree came into vision. At least, she hoped it was the tree! It was huge, much larger than any of the rest of them. She inhaled deeply, not liking the idea of charging at full speed into the thing. Still, she had said she would come back flower in hand right? And it was part of the instructions wasn't it? Making sure to line herself up properly she backed up, footing careful to avoid slipping off to an icy demise. Back... back... CHARGE!

Even with her three horns to take the impact, everything hurt when she charged. She was sure she was going to have a headache now for weeks, and there was a swollen bump on her head. She hissed sharply, taking a moment to take a piece of ice and try to reduce the swelling. Still! Her job wasn't done here yet. Nearby, she could see the flowers. Only one. Right. Just one. Carefully, she unearths one of the flowers and a bit of dirt around it, using her magic to ensure it is carried safely back towards Grimm. She wonders... why were these so special? Why only one? What could she do if she had one of her own?

No. Just one. Shaking her head to clear it of temptation and hurt, she makes her way back to Grimm before placing the flower before him. "Here you go, one flower as asked! No more, no less!"

[lilpupin]

I'm retriving the flowers
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Lilac accidentally let a sigh slip from her lips. She was starting to get tired, that was for sure. And Grimm just kept getting more and more mysterious. Well, she trusted them so she'd do as they said - or at least she trusted them more than Nai'a at any rate. She'd heard weird stuff about Nai'a, but nothing too odd about Grimm. She'd much sooner thrust herself into a tree on Grimm's word than go join team dream. "Alright," she said wearily. "Throw myself into a tree it is. I'll get you some of those special flowers." She trotted off, somewhat lost in thought. She had to take an entirely different route to the tree, one which made her go around the fungi; she'd have to remember more landmarks. She'd come to expect the forest's surprises and it didn't take her too long to start going at a good pace. She didn't struggle very much until she hit a small marsh, prodding through the wet stickiness with water half way up her legs. She felt fish at her paws every once and a while and mud oozed in between her toes. She was careful with each step, checking before she set her paw or hoof down. Eventually she made it past that point and made a mental note to find a way around it when returning. Continuing in the direction for her goal she found herself yawning. Word on the street was that team dream got plenty of time to sleep in between runs, in fact that's the only way Nai'a would communicate with her workers. But that seemed like hardly a reason to turn back now or switch sides. She stretched her wings back and forth in order to help herself wake up a bit. Then she saw it- a giant tree, why it was huge! That had to be it. She had no hesitation and ran straight into it, then promptly fell backwards with a thud. She lay back on the ground, her head spinning from the impact and let out a groan of distaste. Looking up she noticed that this was most certainly not the largest tree. The pain was unnecessary, entirely unnecessary. She lay there for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside as much as possible, then got back on her feet quite stiffly. "Alright, round two," she muttered. The second tree was much larger and she had no clue how she managed to miss it in the first place. It was perhaps the length of herself times two, and the width was just as impressive. The dark wood was covered in moss, something she hoped would soften the blow when she reached it. She backed up, sized it up for a moment, and run into it. This time, she never hit the tree. The moss had covered an entry, she was in a secret part of the tree! She was barreling through empty space when her front half landed on a ledge, her back legs hit emptiness. She promptly dragged herself onto the ledge before her and looked back. The emptiness in the middle of the tree needed a leap of faith to get to the other side. She probably would have landed perfectly on the other side had she not had some weariness from her last attempt. The way before her was dark but at the very end of what seemed to be a tunnel was a faint glow. She followed that glow to the flowers. Each one was bright and gave off a small amount of light. All were the same greenish blue with white tips, and they sort of reminded her or Grimm.He better not be trying to revive a dead ancestor. Of course the thought was a joke, but that didn't help distract her from the fact that she had absolutely no clue what Grimm was doing with what they were collecting. Nonetheless she took one flower and left the rest behind. She could hardly take another, they all looked so wonderful together and even the one she took she had taken from the edge. There was a way out on the other end and she followed it out, flower grasped safely in her jaws. She reached a door of some kind, one which could only be opened from the inside, and took it out. She weaved the flower into her braid to keep it safe and made it back to Grimm. She took it out just a bit before arriving and gave it to the large lambie. "Here you go," she said. "And, umm, Grimm - if you don't mind me asking, will you ever tell us what you want these for? I don't want you to doubt my loyalty to this team, I'm just really curious."