We appear to have a new fool in our court.

He makes his way through the dagger-bushes like a drunken bear, ploughing his way through the meadow along a winding path towards her. The beauty twists her lips into an amused smile at the sight of him. She had not intended to summon the shire to share in her distaste for this purple field, but she does find enjoyment in witnessing someone else struggle. The bewilderment that washes over his face and forces him to a halt is a reaction that the peahen has grown accustomed to. She is a rarity in these parts, this carnivorous bird, but she has a feeling that she will become easily recognizable -- if not well-known -- in the seasons to come. The beautiful warrior did not plan on leaving this land, after all.

The teetering beast starts up in a fit of gasps and grunts, and she briefly wonders if he will fall over. His whole frame is shaking from the force of his laughter, and the cruel bird considers giving him a shove to help him on his way down. Her vicious ideas fade into naught when her orange pools notice the cloud that is hovering near the fool. The dark piece of atmosphere is out of place in the sunlit clearing, and the maiden enters her own state of bewilderment at the sight of the girl. She is the only black cloud in the sky today, and the hybrid doesn't know what to make of her. The colorful bird can appreciate the puff's skill in stealth, though, unlike the horridly basic manoeuvres that the unicorn exhibits.

The maiden lifts her nose to the child in greeting, but she matches the horned one's remark with a tone that is bitter and tinged with laughter. "And you look like a shit-stained log. You even roll around aimlessly like one."

Her eyes flash after she has spoken, but whether it is in boorishness or merriment is unknown. It is most likely the former, for the graceful vixen does not speak with the delicate tongue that her looks would suggest. She prefers, rather, to be blunt and masculine in both her words and her mannerisms, although she does not always mean to offend. The bird can play nice sometimes, and she is in the mood for playing nice today.

"But now that we have introduced one another, I want to know just what that is." Sarcasm is no longer laced into her words, and she does not bother with sugar-coating them, either. She is new to the land that lacks in spirits but bursts with magic, and the hulking creature and his pet have placed her in a curious mood indeed. If the warrior wasn't so perplexed by his wisp she probably would have berated him for his less than stunning entrance.

"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."

{Sorry to break posting order guys, but I really want Bellona to interact with Oxy. Rainbow Vomit, meet Log of Shit.}