A small flying creature hovered in midair—what kind of species was that?
An owlk? Its wings had a faint shimmer.
Following the little owlk's gaze, the moonbear finally "noticed" the elf beside her—clearly cloaked in some spell that made others overlook her presence.
Ah. A wild Lightchaser.
The druid came to a full stop, staring at the elf. Feeling the gaze, Lightchaser turned slightly, gave the druid a glance, then turned away as if she'd never seen her.
The druid sighed inwardly. Were people outside really this kindhearted? How had this lunatic not been beaten to death yet?
Rita glanced back at the bear—taller than even Lightchaser by half a head. A pair of antlers with many branching tines sat on the bear's broad, honest-looking head. Its pale fur was fluffy, soft-looking, and very nap-worthy. In the center of its belly was a white magic sigil.
When the bear looked back at her again, Rita offered a polite smile before turning away.
