Alma hefted the stone up and onto its side, tilting her head for a moment. "Oh fantastic," she grumbled dryly. Somewhere in the mess of many, many insects... was probably Onas.

"If you see a scorpion, grab it," she muttered, starting to piece through the swirling mass of angry insects. Alma was less worried about getting bit or anything. She'd survive. Probably. Centipedes, spiders and the likes were tossed to the side, a couple of angry beetles were also tossed out of the swirling mass of insects.

"Onas, I know you're in here. It's time to come back," she grumbled, sifting through the dirt.

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Xevon's feathers fluttered, shuffling back and forth before they settled against his back. His shoulders squared slightly as he landed behind Callisto.

"I'm not quite sure. It is something, I hope it is Renissa, but I don't know for certain if it is or is not," the winged soldier responded, taking Callisto's hand in his own.

Rather than leave him there, Xevon pulled him close. For a brief moment, he paused. He... he was so close. His solid presence firm and guiding, even if it wasn't large.

He pushed the thoughts away, spreading his wings once again. One arm wrapped around Callisto's waist, securing the pale man to his side as he took off into the air, sweeping over the hillsides and toward the drifting mist.

Or.. what looked like mist. He hoped.

He hoped he could find it again. There was something. He just wasn't sure what it was.