Bremen most certainly cried out loud enough to scrape the end of their spectrum of deafness, eliciting a shrill sound of excitement from the noodlekin. "NOODLEKIN!" Kesil yelled back, blissfully unaware of the tone they had reached with shocking ease. Then, they both got right to signing and talking. Immediately, the noodle decided that they should work on making it easier to sign with four legs on the ground. Maybe wing signing? Oh, that'd work! WE TRY SIGN WITH WINGS? they suggested once Bremen had finished hopping and attempting to balance himself.

The noodle made to sign 'WHAT BUSY WITH' but was cut off by Bremen's swift spin toward some miscellaneous stranger they had yet to properly notice. Bright eyes blinking in confusion at the sudden presence, Kesil rocked forward onto all fours again and stood. The little fluffball that had been talking to Bremen was now trying to talk to them, but the noodle simply leaned down, gestured toward their right ear, and shook their head.

Then, with all the casualness in the world, Kesil trotted over to their noodlekin and the unfortunate deer. Catching on to what Bremen was doing via some non-existent twin ESP, the noodle squealed and circled the crystal cluster to the other side of their twin. With blunt, eager little claws, they began to dig at the crystal's base. This plan was fool-proof!

@Astaroth @Bremen @Artume

Astaroth focused once more, staring at some crystals further away, focusing and imagining them ripping from the rock, whole as they were. He grunted with effort, pulling and tugging at them with his magick, panting from the effort, he didn't see any of them budge. What is happening to me? He thought, hating the feeling of weakness that constantly kept washing over him.

"Speaking."
Thoughts.

Notes: @Kesil @Xerxes @Artume @Aure

The stag gave a few, frustrated grunts, glaring at the crystal between her antlers. 'Well.' she sighed, bracing her hooves and giving another attempt at pulling herself free, shoulder stinging painfully.

The loud-mouthed bird came over first, taking in her situation. He shoved his beak in next to her antlers, only to get stuck as well. Thankfully, he didn't have quite so much trouble breaking free, battering her with his wings before coming loose. "Thank you for trying." she said politely.

Her neck was really beginning to hurt.

The spectacularly odd hybrid was there, then, too, voice loud in her ear. His paws tugged at the edges of the crystals, displacing the dirt that held them fast. Realizing what he was attempting to do, she dug in her hooves, doubling her efforts when the other hybrid joined him.

And, finally, she staggered free. The crystal broke loose as well, tumbling to the ground with a thunk. She stepped back, shaking her head as clumps of dirt flew from her antlers, working the ache 'that hurts!' out of her neck.

"Thank you, all of you." she addressed those who had helped to free her, twitching her ears.

Nemophilist (n.):

a haunter of the woods;one who loves the forestand its beauty and solitude