, Moth flew through the crowed streets of the bridge, the farmer in her wake. She took a random turn of one of the signs, the farmer saw this. "Why me?" She thought. "Technicly, I was helping him, I mean no other wilt florana makes every plant she lands on blosom, its not my fault that they often turn into pet eating plants with a vicious nature..."
She sighed the strain on her begining to show. The atmosphere around was quick becoming hot and sticky, she was in the Tengel. Moth sighed, relived he couldnt of possibly follwed her here. But there he was rounding the corner scythe in hand. This was bad, her wings were only made for flittering, not long distance, fast paced chases, Moth's joints ached and spots danced infront of her eyes, if she didnt stop soon she was going to pass out and then she would fall victim to the enraged farmer, but if she did stop he would catch her up. Moth's eyes sparked. There was an Idea! She flitted down and landed on a particualy thorny bush covered in buds. The buds blossomed into huge pink flowers and the plant gave a little shudder and a tiny sneeking tendril curled, streching towards the farmer. It ran round his ankle pulling him down. He screamed and waved his scyth around lopping parts of the bush off. At some point he managed to cut the tendrill of his ankle and he fled back into civilisation. Moth gave a shaky laugh and tried to take off, but the exhastion finally got to her and she crashed to the ground, The tiny star on her tail glowing slightly.
Jocelyn found herself in the Tengel Forest. It was dark. She was all alone. There wasn't anyone in sight. She looked around her at the dense mass of trees and bushes. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary, except for the silence that filled the air. She had come out here for some piece and quite anyway, so she wasn't bothered. She padded lightly on the soft ground with her wings folded neatly on her back. She wondered what the purpose of those wings were. She couldn't fly with them, they were too small for that. 
