[Maniacal_Moon]

Dalea didn't like being called and idiot. Anyone could tell by the way her wings fluttered angrily when he'd said that. She knew he would live as long as his tree was alive. But, she had a bad feeling, so she'd swiped a heart seed from his tree when he'd been passed out. Like, she'd predicted this very moment. She had leverage on him and he didn't know it. It was his own tree, but he didn't even know how to take it elsewhere in times of war or drought. She thought he was the idiot, not her.

Dalea shrugged. "I will waste my time as I please." She replied nonchalantly. She didn't really care how she spent her time anymore. Besides, she wanted to see a large gathering of dryads again. She missed the way they danced among the wind, with happy smiles on their faces. She knew that may never happen again though.