"We have arrived. The dragon, Keeper of Storms, may arrive soon. I want all of you to search around for the best places to hide yourselves and wait. In the event I cannot calm her, you should all flee here as soon as it is safe for you to do so," Scarlet tells the party as she surveys the sky for the dragon from within the destroyed hall.

Roho picks his way through the damaged hall. He finds one stone leaning against another, and slips into the small alcove beneath them. His ears poke out, listening…

Kensington shrugs, scratching the back of his head. "Whate'er ye say, Cap'n Morsel." He glances over at the feline warrioress, oblivious to however exasperated she might be. "No worries, darlin', I'll protect ye."

The Skreek (having returned to join the group after somehow depositing the prisoners in the village) goes over to a big mound of fertilizer near the garden, walks around a wheelbarrow parked next to it … and just plunges into the pile. Yep … nobody would think to look for him there.

The Khatta glances sideways at the Korv. "That won't be necessary, I assure you." She deliberately heads to the opposite side of the entrance, and slips behind what used to be a statue long ago, but which now has had every feature obliterated to a uniform smoothness.

As the others seek shelter, the Aelfin too walks to find cover. She heads towards the doorway to the dragon lair, and hides in the shadows to one side.

Thunder crashes, as a bolt of lightning hits the earth not far away.

Simultaneous with the crash of thunder, there's a bonk "Ow!" from Roho's hiding place.

The Korv leans toward whomever happens to be hiding nearby (Roho) and whispers, "I kin tells the Khatta likes me. She's just bein' coy, ye see. Hey, steady on, old fellow, yer gonna shake yerself ta pieces… "

Roho whispers back at the Korv, "I'm certain she's just waiting for the right moment to stop playing hard-to-get. I'm sure she'll come around faster if you keep pressing the issue!"

"Ah! A'course!"

Massive wings carry a three-headed dragon into view, silhouetted against the crimson sky. It arcs through the sky … coming down toward the "clearing" amidst the rubble.

As the dragon approaches, Scarlet reaches for her wand and places it in her right hand. She holds her arms to her chest and shakes her head, shivering slightly. "Wynona, lend me your courage. I have never been so very scared," she whispers to the night.

With a loud crash, the dragon's weight descends upon the broken tiles that were once the floor of a grand hall. The thick tail barely misses sweeping through the pile of fertilizer that the Skreek is hiding in. Its three heads scan the surrounding ruin in different directions. One head has crackling arcs of electricity dancing about its mouth. Condensation drips from the maw of the second. And the last one shrieks with a voice that sounds like the scraping of nails across slate … only magnified several times in intensity.

"H-hello my d-d-daughter. I have m-m-missed you s-so much," echo the words of the Aelfin from the shadows as she steps out without her outer robes on. Now she is dressed just as she was that day when the Keeper of Storms was created, wand and all.

All three heads suddenly snap to look at the Aelfin, and all three maws pop open wide, showing rows of sharp teeth…

The hair on Scarlet's body starts to stand on end.

Nervous fidgeting noises come from the cover the crow and fennec are hiding behind, Kensington's eyes trained on the scene, and his expression growing more agitated. "Hsst! Mage, I seen that… It's gonna fire! Ye 'ave ta get outta there!"

The girl takes a deep breath and begins shaking even more. It takes her a moment before she exhales and is able to speak again. She tries to talk with a gentle voice, but fear is more likely to be gathered from her speech. "It was I who created you not long ago; I am the one that brought you to Ashtoreth, your mate. I cried the night I heard he had been killed, and left as soon as I could. I came to comfort you, and to protect you, so you would not be all alone. I am your family." She blinks once and clenches her wand as she hears Kensington's words and then nods slightly.

A few sparks fall from the "F" wand, though in the confusion, no one seems to notice…

Six eyes focus upon the Aelfin, filled with magical energies … and unreasoning rage. The dragon's back arches, and a low howl begins to build in the throat of the "shrieking" head…

There's a low muttered curse from the rubble hiding Roho and Kensington, followed by the rustle of feathers.

"Please think; please calm down. If you truly wish to kill me, I cannot stop you, but please realize I am your only family. If I die, you will be all alone in a world that will try and hurt you," the Aelfin pleads to the dragon even as she draws back.

Sparks fizzle from the "F" wand, but it doesn't seem to do anything interesting…

Roho swallows nervously, as Kensington ducks out. He decides the Korv probably saw something he didn't, and he abandons the area, too, trying to stay low. He, unfortunately, cannot fly, however.

Suddenly, one of the heads of the dragon jerks to one side, following the path of the running fennec. As it roars … a blast of electrical energy shoots out from the first head, and a spray of water shoots out from the next one, causing sparks to fly everywhere! Everywhere, that is, in an arc that flies over the wall, as the first head's movement jerked the second heads out of position – thus ruining their aim at the little Aelfin mage.

Scarlet ducks as fast as she is able and tries to unfasten the ribbon from her left hand as quickly as possible.

Just then, a shadowy, winged shape darts down, in a swooping arc toward the Aelfin mage. As electrical energy crackles about, and three angry dragon heads sway about, one of them moves into the path of the swooping corsair…

Roho tumbles forward at the blast of noise, his sensitive ears ringing. He rolls a couple of times, then tries to pick himself up and conceal himself.

"Scarlet, look-… oumph!" There's a light paffing as the Korv's dive toward Scarlet is blocked by a dragon neck. He's skipped off the beast like a pebble, spiraling into a heap on the ground, where he groans once and lies still.

Roho makes a rather dismayed sound, as even with his ears ringing, it's all too clear what just happened. He reverses course, heading for the Korv's stunned form…

The mound of fertilizer starts quivering … and then it slides to one side, narrowly avoiding getting obliterated by a sweeping dragon tail.

The dragon suddenly spies the moving mound of fertilizer with one head … and starts stomping for it, leaving the prone Korv in its wake. One of its massive feet just barely avoids stepping on the running fennec, and the tail misses Roho as well. For the moment, the dragon is away from the prone Korv.

The pile of fertilizer seems to hop in alarm … then wiggles across the stone tiles with greater velocity, away from the dragon.

Roho through blind luck manages to get to Kensington unscathed. He grabs the Korv under the wings, and heaves. He starts slowly dragging him back away from the danger zone, fresh blood appearing on his tunic as the pulling re-opens the wound.

Once the ribbon is removed and the girl's left hand is free, she dashes off towards raging dragon and waves her wand in the air. "Give me wings!" she exclaims.

The wand does nothing. It doesn't even produce so much as a spark or a fizzle.

However, at least the running and shouting distracts the dragon from the moving mound of manure, as one, then two, then three heads turn to regard the Water Mage once more.

By that time, at least, Roho has managed to drag Kensington out of the trample area, and to the relative cover of the rubble near where the Khatta is hiding.

"Hsst!" hisses the tabby cat warrioress. "I thought we were not to interfere!"

Kensington mumbles to himself, totally out of touch and rag-doll limp as he's dragged along. "Mnbgh… the riggin'… the riggin' is tangled… "

Roho whisper-hisses at the Khatta, "You tell that to the buccaneer, here. When he comes around, he'd better have a good reason for taking off like that!"

"You're bleeding!" exclaims the cat, pointing at Roho's tunic.

"Oh dear… " Scarlet mumbles as the wand fails to work and she is confronted by the dragon. "Yes, yes that is right. Listen to me. Do you see this wand? Do you remember it, can you feel its energy? My magic energy? Do you not know me? I will not hurt you," she tells the three heads as they face her.

Roho feels the side of his tunic, and nods. He whispers, "The bandage is still in place; it should be okay once the bleeding stops. Is Scarlet okay out there?"

Sparks shoot out from the wand … and an aura surrounds the dragon … and then another surrounds Scarlet.

Lights dance about the dragon … red and angry … dark and pained … blue and empty … they flow towards Scarlet, disappearing into her aura…

The cat looks out at the Aelfin, and reports back to the fennec, "I … I don't think so. Something strange and magical is happening. I don't know who's winning."

As the colors flow into the Aelfin's aura her eyes grow wide and her legs fail her. She falls to her knees and squeezes her hands together as hard as she can before her scream of anguish echoes through the halls. Her pained cry is soon followed by tears and a nod. "I understand! I am your mother; I will not let them harm my family and… I… I will scatter the Eeee from the Aelfhem if I have to – I will fight them with my own hands!" she tells the dragon in a sob-filled yell. "No one will hurt you. If I must, I will build a world where you can be safe!"

The unconscious Korv mutters, "Storm's a'comin'… batten down the hatches, men… "

Roho unceremoniously clamps his paw around Kensington's beak. This sounds like not a good time to be distracting either of the two in the hall.

Sparks fizzle, then fly from the wand at two different points in Scarlet's speech.

Just as it looks like the dragon's expression was changing, like it might be calming … suddenly the eyes all fill with anger anew, and it lets out a challenging roar, like the nails of a giant tearing through a mountain of slate, joined by the crash of thunder and the sizzle of lightning!

"Look alive, men… strike the colors, an' clickt" The Korv goes quiet as his beak is held shut.

The Khatta hisses, but quiets as she sees that the Korv's beak is firmly held.

"NO!" screams Scarlet to the dragon before she staggers to her feet and looks at the wand. "Fizzle my last two incantations from the wand as if I never uttered them!"

A few sparks fizzle from the wand.

The howling ceases … and it suddenly gets very … very … quiet.

Scarlet sits down on her knees once again and lays the wand beside her. She stares at the dragon quietly as tears still stream from her eyes. "Please… please, Star, or whatever benevolent entity cares to listen. All I wanted was to protect her; I want her to understand. Please… "

The Khatta hisses to the fennec, "I think there comes a time… " With that, she leaps out of her hiding place, and rushes over to Scarlet.

Scarlet lifts the wand quickly and points it at the approaching Khatta. "Run back to Winterhind, flee!"

Roho crouches by the Korv. He turns his face from him, to the Khatta, and back to the Korv. He sighs, and shakes his head, deciding he can't just leave the bird here.

Kensington's eyes slowly open, and he stirs painfully. "Nnngh… mrglbrk?" His motions become a little more urgent as he tries to get the fennec to let go of his beak.

Sparks fly from the wand … and the Khatta stops in her tracks … then starts running away! It's a curious sight, as it looks for all the world like her legs have a mind of their own, while her upper body strains to turn about and face the right direction. She hisses and yowls angrily … but runs away.

Roho lets go, as Kensington seems to regain both consciousness and lucidity.

Six eyes on the dragon heads blink … and then focus on Scarlet again.

"Whuh-huh… happen?" The groggy avian rubs his head, grinding his beak. "By the cross-winds, I feel likes I was 'it by th' Intimidator herself… "

The three heads suddenly jerk up, and look toward the empty doorway leading to the dragon's lair. It snorts thrice … and starts to move forward … heedless of the Aelfin standing between it and its lair.

Roho clamps his paw around Kensington's beak again, "Hush!" He whispers, "Scarlet and that lizard are still in there, and something tense is happening… but I'm hearing other noises in there, too."

At the same time the Aelfin turns to regard the dragon and lowers her head slightly. "All I wanted was to protect you, since I could not protect Ashtoreth. I do not want to manipulate you anymore, but I must protect you." She points the wand at the dragon and utters another invocation. "I am your mother and I wish only to protect you; think of me with fondness."

"Blth! Mab mut I mush nring noo… " The Korv wrenches at his head, freeing his beak. "… to do somethin' about! That mage were 'bout ta gets blasted, I'm tellin' ya!"

The dragon heads, still looking toward the lair, emit strange, almost whining noises, and the muscles tense on those massive forelegs, as all six wings sweep back…

The girl stands up and places the wand in its holder once more. Slowly at first she walks towards the dragon but quickly picks up her pace. "No more magic, no more tricks. I will not manipulate you any more," she tells the dragon quietly as she moves towards one of her front legs.

Just then, the dragon bolts forward, not even so much as looking at the Aelfin, her attention instead riveted upon something within the lair. The massive forelegs rise … then come crashing down …

Roho bites his lip… then decides. He addresses the Korv, "Stay here." He ducks through the doorway into the shattered hall, and calls to Scarlet, "Scarlet! I think it has a nest, and children it's going for!"

Kensington looks up, still rubbing his head… and cries, "By Gretchen's grindin' gears, she's still there?!" He scrabbles to his feet as best he can manage, running with the fennec toward the mage and beast, his wings wind-milling until he can take clumsily to the air again. "Fer the Gear's sake, the Zerda's right! Yer between the dragon and its lair!"

Alas, the Mage is not fast enough to get out of the way of the stampeding dragon, and the warnings come ever so slightly too late.

The dragon plows right through the Mage, knocking bits of stone off of the doorway to the lair in its haste to charge in.

Roho turns to Kensington, "What just happened? Is Scarlet okay?!"

"She's down," rasps the corsair, wincing slightly as he heads toward the fallen form of the Aelfin. "Stay back, healer, this could get-… "

The Aelfin form is not merely fallen. Try … fractured … flattened … It's … It's not good.

Shrill noises can be heard coming from the dragon's lair, echoed by bellows from the mama dragon.

The little "F" wand has fallen to the side, almost stepped upon accidentally by the Korv.

Roho ignores the Korv, heading straight for where his nose tells him the bleeding Aelfin is. He crouches by her side, and starts probing lightly with his fingers to see which bones are broken, and where she's bleeding, internally and externally.

All of them, and both.

"Hoboy… " The bird stands nearby, fidgeting. His sword is drawn, but despite being held by a practiced hand, it seems woefully inadequate. The corsair stoops to pick up the wand in his other wing-claw, fingering it nervously. "It ain't good, is it, healer? Did she tell ye how ta make this doodad magic stick of hers work?"

Roho shakes his head, "No. And, it's very bad." He puts his ear right by Scarlet's head, trying to feel any breath, his fingers feeling for anything of a pulse at her neck. He gets nothing. He decides to risk lung damage, since it can't get much worse at this point, and begins resuscitation, despite the cracked ribs.

Roho pauses between breaths, "Kensington… did you pick up anything on how that thing works?"

"Damn magic to Dagh's own abyss," fumes the Korv, dancing from foot to foot in worry and frustration. "I 'ave no idea! I never studied th' books, an' I never saw 'er usin' this thing 'cept when she was messin' with the dragon! An' all thats was sparks an' things when she were talkin'!" He points it in various directions, squinting at the stick to try to pick out details on it for some clue.

The fennec's ministrations are a grisly sight indeed. Aside from the noises from the lair, the clearing is quiet … until a giant mound of fertilizer sloughs up. Out of it crawls a filthy, rank Skreek. "Wot's up? Did we win?"

As for the wand, there seems to be no clue on it whatsoever, but for a single letter 'F', rendered ornately near the tip of the "business" end. (That is, the end Scarlet was pointing at things.)

Roho doesn't answer the Skreek, letting Kensington handle that, while he keeps trying to get the poor Aelfin's heart and breathing going again. But it's starting to look like a lost cause…

"Look fer yerself, Sludge," rasps Kensington, gesturing at the badly wounded Aelfin with the end of the wand. "I… I dunno whats we kin do… t'weren't often I saw some'un mashed up like this in me sailin' days, when we did… it… " He doesn't choose to continue that thread. "I don't know what we kin do… I gots 'er magic stick, an' that's it."

A few sparks fly from the wand, but nothing happens.

"YAH!" exclaims the rat, as he dives to the ground. "Whatcha where yir pointin' that thingie!"

Kensington's beak claps shut abruptly at the sparking, and he stares at the wand, bug-eyed. He exchanges glances with the Skreek, tapping his chest with the flat of his blade. "Wha… were I doin' that? What dids I say? Fer? The 'f'? The 'f' means somethin'… "

Sparks erupt from the wand thrice … and the second two times, an ornate letter 'F' appears, ghost-like, in the air above the wand, slowly dissipating into nothingness. Each of the 'F's is in a distinctly different style.

"STOPPIT! Yer messin' wif things not meant fir mortal minds!" squeals the Skreek. "Asides … I hippen to be a midge. So gimme dat!"

Roho lifts his head, and says to Kensington, "If you can make that thing do anything useful, now would be a good time; I don't think this is going to work… "

The decidedly creeped-out Korv takes to pointing the wand out and away from everybody. "Here, here, stand off! I'm onta somethin' 'ere! It be doin' stuff when I say 'f'! She was a water mage, so she musta been usin' it for her magic! Like when she froze stuff!"

Sparks emit from the wand, and a bolt of ice shoots out from the wand, stretching upward, outward … and disappearing from …

"KRAWK!" comes a noise from the air … Moments later, a frozen bird falls from the sky, and shatters as it hits the stone tiles.

Non-sapient, thank goodness, by the looks of it.

"That's it! See?! I tolja! It's stuff doin' with 'f'! Drop Gretchen on me an' call me f-… um… call me pancake! I … uh, made it f… er… chill that bird!" The Korv frantically points the wand at Scarlet's prone form, and holds it there for a moment. "All right! Um… um… dammit, I shoulda paid attention ta me diction in school! Uh… first-aid!"

Several letters 'F' erupt from the wand … along with several sparks.

Suddenly, the Aelfin is wrapped in bandages that materialize from nowhere. It doesn't really do much good.

Roho acks, backing away from her. "My word!"

Kensington's mind races, the wand shaking. "Flesh? Fill?!"

More sparks fly … suddenly … the bandages fill up … and fill up … and fill up … Amazing … Bandages shouldn't be able to stretch that much…

It's like a great, growing balloon of bandages. It doesn't look too good.

The Skreek pokes his head out of the fertilizer pile. "Oh, great Mooder Urt! What'v you DONE?!?" he shrieks.

Roho staggers backwards. "Korv! What did you just do to her?!"

The Korv squawks in dismay, trying to fend the bundle off. "I don't know! Fer pity's sake, help me out 'ere! Think of stuff what be startin' wit' 'f'! Fix?! Fuse?!" He tries to cut the bandages away with his saber without touching… whatever's in there.

"NOOOOOO!" shrieks the Skreek, who leaves the fertilizer pile and runs for all he's worth!

Sparks fly from the wand, and a letter 'F' sparks into existence … nothing noticeable happens at the word 'Fix', other than sparks, but at 'Fuse'…

Kensington frets…

The blade fuses to the bandages, rather than cutting through.

Kensington releases a loud oath as his blade adheres to the bundle. He jerks furiously at it, then points the wand at the join between bandages and blade. "Blast it all! Free!"

Suddenly, the blade comes free, sending the Korv tumbling, even as the wand lets sparks fly. At the same time, all of the bandages come loose, shooting and whipping off in different directions…

This reveals a giant white fuzzy ball, about dragon-sized.

The Skreek is out of sight now, but can still be heard screaming as he dashes madly away.

"Awk!" The bird stumbles backwards, and lands flat on his rear, rumpling his tail-feathers. He doesn't even notice, instead, staring aghast at the huge white ball. "What in the SIXTEEN HELLS and NINE BASKETS OF BEANS is that?!"

Roho backs away more slowly. "You tell me… "

Kensington stands back up, sheathing his sword reflexively. He edges closer to the oddity, the pokes it with an index claw.

It feels soft and squishy. Very very squishy. And fuzzy and furry.

The Korv explains, as much to himself as to the blind Zerda, "It's… it's a huge round ball of… Aelfin?"

The ball starts to roll away from the Korv. Slowly at first.

Roho blinks several times. "You're… certain the knock on the head didn't scramble your brains?"

The ball rolls some more. It's picking up speed.

The corsair doesn't reply to the question. Instead, in a strangely sober voice, he says, "It's moving. It's moving, Roho. It's moving away."

Roho ums. "Should we… follow it?"

The ball bumps as it rolls over a broken stone wall, and continues to tumble down the mountainside, crashing through some half-burnt sugarfir trees.

The Skreek can be heard screaming again in the distance.

"Aye, methinks we'd best. Hold onto me foot-claws, and think light thoughts, healer." Kensington lifts himself into the air, and flaps over Roho's head briefly.

Fortunately (?) the resistance posed by the sugarfirs that the giant fuzzball is crashing through slows down its movement just a wee bit.

Roho grabs hold of the two talons, and squints his eyes shut. "I hope you've been eating well… "

At last, the Korv and Zerda are airborne, giving them a grand view of the milky white ball of destruction rolling its way down into the valley toward the Aelfin village, carving a nice new throughway in its wake as it knocks over trees.

"Great blitherin' Dagh in a leotard! It's headed straight fer th' village!" The Korv's wing-beats speed up to try to head the ball off!

Roho calls up at the Korv, "Can you see any way to stop it? A river, a swamp, a cliff, anything?"

The Korv pulls ahead of the rolling ball, having the advantage of his own forward power, while the ball is only depending upon gravity (and resisting trees slowing the move). He manages to make it to the stone wall hemming in the Sacred Orchard … but there's no way that little stone wall is going to stop this big white fluff-ball.

An alarm horn blares from the monastery, as the monks must finally be clueing in to the wider disaster brewing here.

Roho hears the horn. "Okay, at least they know now… Hopefully nobody will be hurt."

The projected path of movement will take the ball to the edge of the Sacred Orchard, over the stone "wall" at the edge (just piled stones, really, with warning markers written in Aelfin) … then through the forests … and then the ball will probably smash through half the village before it hits the river.

The other half should be just fine.

"Uh… howzabouts a small magic stick?" volunteers the Korv. He grits his beak, flying low in front of the ball… pointing at the fuzzmonster, he yells, "Fend! As in off, ye stupid stick!"

Roho yelps as Kensington tries to fire the wand while gliding. In a desperate bit of invention, he wrests the wand from the bird's wing, and points it at the sound of the ball. "Float!"

Sparks fly from the wand … and just as the ball reaches the stone wall … it slows … and then … more sparks fly from the 'F' wand …

… and the giant white ball starts gently floating in the air…

Roho shouts up, now dangling by one paw, "What's it doing? Is it still going?"

The corsair nearly drops the fennec in surprise, crying out, "What in the blazin' pits o' Necropolis' gristle vats were ye thinkin'!? The 'fend' was gonna stop it, an' now it's airborne!"

The ball is now quite silent, as it drifts peacefully through the air.

Roho shouts back up, "At least it hopefully won't hit the town this way!"

Roho passes the wand back up, to the Korv, so he can hang on with both hands. He's not as athletic as a young Zerda would be.

"It bleedin' well weren't gonna hit the town in the… hey! I don't want it, you take it!" The Korv, barely managing to hang onto the wand in the first place, isn't really able to hand the wand back, and his wings are getting tired. He glides toward the ball, then tries to alight on it, ready to lift off should it roll.

Roho lands feet-first in the ball! His grip on Kensington's talons is loosed, and he lets out a short yelp just before being engulfed in the fluff.

Kensington releases a caw of surprise, and flails his wings at the lack of resistance! It doesn't slow down his landing much.

As the Korv lands on the fluffy ball … he sinks into fluffy flabby floating flesh as well.

"Mbgloop!"

Kensington continues to fall through the flesh, until he lands on something relatively solid and furry.

It happens to be Roho.

Roho oofs, stopping his struggles to get up, and squawks, "Get off of me!"

Kensington doesn't waste his breath replying. His free wing-claw fumbles blindly for the fennec to try to pull him upward, sideways… wherever the surface might lie for some oxygen. (Except for down. That would be bad.)

As Kensington and Roho struggle to climb … the flesh around them starts to jiggle.

Roho hangs on tightly to the claw, trying to struggle upwards to help the Korv!

This doesn't help things.

The crow tries pressing at the sides, while a calculating voice in the back of his mind makes a note not to touch magic aga-… uh-oh. That wand again.

Roho can tell they're not getting anywhere. He lets go, pushing up on the Korv!

The flesh around Roho and Kensington seems to tense, suddenly, then contort…

… then swell underneath them … pushing them upward!

Not even a rudimentary oath escapes the Korv's beak, the sheer shock of this thing moving temporarily tearing all capability for speech him… while leaving him feeling both slightly disturbed and somewhat soiled.

Roho yelps again, hoarsely, as he feels himself moving up. He stays still, hoping the push will get them some air, or freedom.

About that moment … yes! Air! Fresh air! A – … Yes, the fennec and Korv are momentarily airborne, having been expelled from the top of the sphere. Fortunately, it's right beneath them…

Kensington's wings instinctively stick out. Fwup!

Roho scrabbles, trying to grab the talons with a grip enough to keep from falling right back in!

"Aaooww! Watch it, lubber, yer gonna yank me legs outta joint!" squawks the corsair!

Fatigue is wearing at the Korv … He's descending back toward the ball of fluff…

Roho gasps for breath. "I'll get you a new set, swordsman!"

The constant flapping begins to tell on Kensington, and he begins lowering himself and the Zerda to the ground below.

"I'm… (pant)… f-… er… right out o' ideas, Roho," gasps the bird.

The Korv makes a safe – if not entirely graceful – landing on solid ground, amidst the sugarfir trees. The floating ball of fluff seems to glow softly in the light of the Procession, as the sun has well set by now.

The wand sparks, and a letter 'F' materializes in the air momentarily.

Roho lands, letting go of Kensington's claws, also catching his breath, "Me too… but she's definitely alive in there? What'd you say before 'Fill'; do you remember?"

The wheezing swordsman tries to catch his breath, setting the wand on the ground before replying. "Puff… puff… Methinks I said 'flesh'… I thought… y'know… it'd flesh 'er out again. And I thought the 'fill' might put 'er blood back in 'er."

Roho nods, "I don't know which one did the trick, but I guess we need a way to undo it now… "

The ball gently drifts away, borne upon a high wind.

"Well, I don't be sure iffen… " The Korv looks up from his gasping, and puts on a pained look as he watches the drifting sphere. "Oh, fer the love of Gretchen, the wind is takin' it!"

Roho groans, "Okay… any 'f' words you can think of appropriate for this situation?"

"Aye, some I'd like ta scream at th' top o' me lungs… " Kensington stoops to wearily take up the wand again. "At th' moment, maybe we best catch that thing, then say something… eh… what means 'drop'."

Roho umms, "Fall, maybe?" He looks wary. "Just make sure it doesn't do it on us."

"A'course I was gonna say that!" snaps the Korv grouchily. "I just can't be sayin' it now! Oh, ne'er mind, let's go catch the blasted thing… "