Bela lets out a short, wistful breath, sighing as she watches a gathering of mortals descend into fear-fueled chaos around her.
Their small, tired, bruised faces gaze at her in abject horror before they tear off through the mud, screaming for the Great Mother.
Her mother.
"Sometimes," she sighs again, harder, "I hate dealing with mortals. Can you please stop screaming?" she pleads, then lifts one hand, and twirls it lazily through the air.
And a moment later, every single member of Vuvela and Vexena's groups drops straight through their own shadows without warning, vanishing into the ground mid-stride, sinking straight through reality, and reappearing a heartbeat later in a tangled, groaning heap beside the carriages, right where Penelo has been anxiously tending Ka'Lula's wounds.
Penelo takes one look at the newly arrived pile of battered bodies, slaps her paws to her heart and wails out in dismay. "My family! You're all hurt!"
