Startled beyond measure, Arcata shrieks and leaps forward, away from the tree! She lands awkwardly though and tumbles to the ground trying to ward off the tree with her staff at the same time that she gets back to her feet, and accomplishing neither. Happily this only goes on for a few seconds before Arcata's rational brain catches up with her adrenalin-charged reflexes and reports that the talking tree does not appear to be threatening.
Warily she pulls herself up to her feet, squinting at the arboreal menace.
"Wh...who are you?" she asks. "What are you?"
In the back of her mind distant memories of classes taken whispered, and she perked up.
"Are you a treant?"
(OOC - Not at all, that worked very well!)
Warily she pulls herself up to her feet, squinting at the arboreal menace.
"Wh...who are you?" she asks. "What are you?"
In the back of her mind distant memories of classes taken whispered, and she perked up.
"Are you a treant?"
(OOC - Not at all, that worked very well!)