Zed happily read the minds of the Dumb-Dumbs, pleased with the reactions, the drama and the action going on about him. What a wonderful way to end this little test! He'd have to do this again sometime.
Camri has poisoned fur which she wiped away with the leaves. None of it had gotten on her person, she'd jerked out of the way fast enough. Like the fenling who had done this Camri had quick reflexes.
"Thank you then. It is a shame you did not know, we could have started off better." Camri grumbled, the adrenaline running through her veins still had her on edge. She didn't seem to concerned for her mother who was trying to desperately keep the strange liquid out of her beak.
The garudor tried to twist and turn but to no avail. The herbal concoction of leaf juice made it past her beak and down her throat.
The reaction was almost instant as the birds chest started to heave. At first there was nothing, for a long time it seemed to have had no affect besides upsetting an already very testy garudor.
Yellowish liquid came up along with a half digested bone that looked eerily like that of a human tibia. The pocket of a pair of (stomach) acid washed jeans and then...
The Mr. Wilson! It looked soggy and almost burned around it's feathers. It wasn't really moving. Zed took this time to approach the bird himself, flipping the creature into it's back. He actually let down his guard enough to treat the bird almost lovingly as he handled it.
"He's not breathing." He said quietly as his rather elegant tail wagged back and forth slowly, his ears drooped; had he hopped to find the bird alive?
And then, for anybody who knew this dreamsnare sygriff, Zed didn't something very unexpected. The kiss of life, CPR, whatever you call it was being used on the Mr. Wilson by none other then the uncaring, unfeeling, hateful, rude and blunt Zed.
Well this was a pretty crazy tent. Not only that but it actually worked!
Again, this was a pretty weird tent.
While the bird tried to breathe properly on it's own Zed stood, leaving the Mr. Wilson on the ground. All the compassion and worry and whatever else the dreamsnare had shown was gone now.
"Well then, Prince Dumb-Dumb, you went through a lot of trouble to save this Mr. Wilson. I do realise you are the one who killed him, for he was dead, you are also the one who came back here, faced me and ultimately saved his life. I think he would do best in your capable hands.
Camri?" Zed snapped, trying very hard not to smile. It was good to have found the Mr. Wilson a worthy home.
The burma grunted, acknowledging him.
"When Prince Dumb-Dumb lets go I want you to keep your mother in check up until our... friends, leave. Understood?"
Camri moved to stand next to Shaun, ready to take over when he let go of Miss Peri who wasn't giving up much of a fight. Throwing up took a lot out of anybody.
(( So Gray gets her Mr. Wilson. I'll post once more if I have to but if can can show your way out by yourselves out of the tent that'd be great~. ))