--- Mint, Concerned Dryad ---
"What's got you down Mint? Something on your mind?" asked Thyme. The two of them were sitting up in a magically expanded crow's nest that doubled as a way to watch all of the contestants. Screens displaying all of the teams were arrayed against the wall with various buttons to allow or disallow sound coming through.
Mint of course, glared back at her mentor. A lot of the terror that came from understanding Thyme's capabilities had left her knowing that they were just a massive dork… even if she still had a very healthy respect for Thyme's power. Perhaps it helped that her real body was elsewhere, but Thyme wasn't that sort of person anyway.
