It really was not the wall that one had to worry about when one first approached the clubhouse, it was whatever might be guarding the clubhouse at the moment that you had to worry about. And as the rather strange looking stranger had approached the pond... well he was met with the shrill cries of the blades pet dolphin.

The dolphin was really there somewhat by default having made its way in during the flood, and not having a way to get home had just decided to stay.

It chittered and chatted with the man for all the world as if it expected everyone to be able to speak dolphin. The dolphin was convinced that if it just kept the man busy enough he might know the way home to the ocean.

Darn those mushrooms as they beat her to playing guard!

She was once again perched up in a tree, this time near her little pond. She had crafted a crown out of leaves and berries in a matter of minutes, her ability to change size had left her with very nimble and quick fingers. Unfortuantely, it also left her very much bored out of her mind after crafting matching crowns for anyone who just happened to come along.

She thought of offering one to the strange man wandering around near the pond at the moment- the very one the shrooms had just called out to. She didn't know who it was but the girls had so many men-folk about them it was hard to keep track. She had also been gone a while, who knew if Tara had killed Nick and found someone else?

First, she must offer a challenge before giving out her crown of leaves. She couldn't very well let the shrooms have all the glory and fun of defending the club house. So, armed with a stick, she stood up on her perching branch and shouted out to the stranger, "Halt! Do not go any further. All strange men must be thoroughly examined inside and out by one of the maidens that live here!" Oh, she was just thrilled with the way that had sounded, and was grinning because of it.

"Oh please don't!" She cried out, dismayed at his reaction to her challenge. She stepped off the branch, landing in a crouch on the soft grass below. She straightened quickly, dropping the branch at her side, "I promise we won't search you inside and out! We haven't done that since the last man filed an official complaint with whatever officials there are in RhyDin and they came and tried to cause us trouble." She frowned, remembering that particular incident before she forced a smile for him, "But please...feel free to stay! We have all sorts of good fun about here."

And then along came the Viking-Warrior.

Of course, having heard voices before she reached the clearing, decides to remain in the shadows of the forest. In fact, one particularly large tree is chosen as a barrier between her and them. Ja, all the better to observe without being seen. To listen.

Peeks around the trunk just in time to see and hear a small pink mushroom propose marriage to the man who is conversing with Jewel. That male reminds her of someone she knows, but from where she stands it is difficult to tell if he truly is who she thinks him to be. At least she is getting a nice view of him from the backside.

Now most types of magic, as well as walking, talking plants (and normally inanimate objects) usually unnerve her even if she does not always reveal such in her facial expression or demeanor. But, in this case she has to refrain from chortling since it hits her funny bone more than it upsets her sensibilities.

It shall be interesting to see what the man does, and says, about the proposition from the fungi.

Her initial reaction was to tell the mushroom to get lost, this was going to be her play-partner for the day. Just as she was about to open her big mouth to answer the man and send the shroom on it's merry way he started to dance about.

It should be obvious to any observer why he was hopping about, but Jewell chose to ignore the obvious subconciously and stare wide-eyed at the man as he put on quite a good show.

Quiet giggles turned into all out laughter as Jewell couldn't possibly contain her mirth at the scene. She folded her arms over her stomach, trying to hold it in while muttering apologies for her rudeness whenever she could catch her breath. The apologies really meant nothing in light of the fact that every time she dared to look upon him again she burst out laughing harder.

She also made no move to remove the shroom from the man's boot, she was a bit scared of them herself.

Oh- and she was indeed a girl, a young woman in her twenties by the looks of things. Too short to be of the Trueblood, though she did have their pointed ears and thin structure of one. She lacked the wings that Faeries should have at the moment, though with the crown of leaves on her head she certainly looked like some woodland creature.

He ignored the laughter quite well, ceasing the mad hop-dancing to get the mushroom off and leaning down to ripp off the boot it had attached itself to. This was chucked into the pond with a resounding splash, and the desertman glared after it, claws of the bared foot digging into the soil. It wasn't long that he started glancing around frantically for anymore of the animate mushrooms.

Splash! Back out from the pond comes that boot courtesy of the dolphin... to land on Jewels head like a crown dumping water over her head. The Irate dolphin chitters its rage to the water fae then sinks back into the pond.

The series of unfortunate happenings currently being observed brings much amusement. Light blues mirth-filled. Even so, not one snicker, chuckle or laugh escapes her lips though she is smiling. Dimples most evident.

When the man had jumped about in hopes of loosening the fungi she was able to get a better view, albeit a quick one, of his face. Once again she believes him to be the sandwalker. Why it surprises her that he is out and about in the woods is anyone's guess. After all, she not only sails the seas, but roams the countryside, forests, villages, and other realms which often brings unwelcome confrontations, unless choosing and seeking to do battle (which often happens around putrid Orcs and Goblins).

Yet still she decides to remain where she is in the shadowed embrace of wooded area, in silent watch. Unobtrusive.

It is never a wise thing to do ... to sneak up on Shylah.

Rune-marked dagger is well in hand even before Kina could begin her sentence. Response born from years of training. However, the viking-warrior is just as quick not to strike out with the sharp blade for two reasons: The first being that she is a seasoned fighter. Though it appears as if the scene in the clearing has her complete attention, it does not. She was aware of another's presence long before any words were to be spoken so close to her shoulder, even though she had not felt too threatened by it. Better to be safe than sorry. Secondly, her sense of smell is sharp enough. Suffice it to say she basically knew who it was since every creature has their own scent, including humans. Again, better to be safe than sorry.

Dagger expertly re-sheathed before a whispered reply is given.

'Kina, please ne'er approach me like that unless tis agreed upon, ja? I be watching Jewel, the mann with whom she be speaking, the little pink mushroom who apparently loves him and wishes they be wed, and the dolphin in the pond.'

Now she knows no one in the clearing can see her since she remains behind the large tree, and it is not exactly located on wooded perimeter. However, Kina's position is another matter altogether. If her approach had been in a direct straight line from behind the seafarer, then most likely nobody saw her either. But, if Kina had come from the side before aligning herself with the viking's back, then it is quite possible someone might have spotted the catling.

Of course, she has the feeling that Kina will more than likely give away her observation spot. Not necessarily on purpose, but out of curiosity of the goings-on she asked about a few moments ago. The sight before them is very humorous, after all.

Before the man even had a chance to take his boot back, Jewell spun about and whipped it at the tree that Shy and Kina were hiding behind. She grinned, stance changing to be ready to meet any challenge. Of course, she doubted it was anyone dangerous. All the same, she called out to whomever it was, "You have to be even quieter then that, I have exceptional hearing!"

Shy vanishing in the darkness dosent even seem to phase the catling.. who is at that moment shimmering into her lion form and charging Jewel and the strange man with a frightful roar. Really now throwing footwear was just an insult not to be ignored, and the cat was already rather upset with her friends over the whole "Tim and Alfred" incident.

It does not look like shes going to stop either as she rushes from those trees.

Skidding most neatly around the strange man the cat neatly tags the fae in the rear giveing her a push towards the pond, before chraging back the way she came. Stopping in the shadow of a tree she picks up her young and then stalks away into the trees.