Olive:
Solemon:
"Where are we? We're lost aren't we? Aren't we, Solemon? We're so lost. Oh goodness, what should we do? Solemon, what should we do?!"
"Would you just shut up for a minute and let me think?" The wood penticorn snorted with impatience at the gibbering of the little Langerine. "We're not lost, just a little... confused as to where exactly we are."
The Langerine groaned her high-pitched groan and flipped over in the air again, finally slumping down on the penticorn's back.
"We're lost, Solemon, just admit it, and we're never going to get back home. We're both going to be killed by some horrible monster and... and... oh Solemon, what are going to do?" the bright green creature wailed, burying it's tiny little face in Solemon's fur.
"Just calm down a bit, and we'll think of something. We'll get out of here, I promise we will... just as soon as we get some light in this place." The penticorn looked around. That was highly unlikely, as the canopy of trees were all so thickly layered upon one another that not even rain water could get through. He hated to admit it to himself, although he would not for the life of him admit it to the little green Langerine, but... they were lost.