The cheeky little dryad girl's smile returned, becoming wide, radiant.
"Okay!" she beamed, lifting her arms again as she turned back toward Lysandra's still form.
The dryad's face scrunched tight, brows furrowing, cheeks puffed out in serious concentration. Her little feet floated just above the grass as sparkling light gathered around her again, pulsing with childish determination.
"Nhhng!"
A beat passed.
Then another.
…
Nothing happened.
Her eyes opened in confusion. She blinked. Once. Twice.
"Hmmmm…" she hummed, gaze narrowing. Then she turned to Serika and raised a single finger.
"Wait a sec!"
Before the warrior could ask what she meant, Rosie blasted into motion, a green comet of glowing light zipping through the dimensional tear she had created.
She burst out into the stronghold clearing of Thalorind a moment later, where the others still lay around Quinlan, most of them still not quite recovered from the madness that was today.