Aengus was about to respond to Polyglot, using some words to show he understood that man could fly, but that whatever machine had crashed operated on some magic altogether unknown to him, but before the words could form in his mind, the stone rammed into the ground at terrifying speeds just before him. He stopped, then slowly turned to look at Sari as she spoke at him. The urge to growl was there, to put the little two-legs in her place, whatever she was, but he kept quiet instead. Despite his willpower, his fur still bristled at the sudden aggressive return.
<Spriteling, let her hear my words once more. She is like all others who walk upon two legs. She is thoughtless when it comes to nature, to things that live only by what nature gave to them, and in being such, she misunderstands all Ah have told her. Ah don't care what she has planned, she's a murderer and must pay her penance for it. If that means we comes to blows, then let nature decide the victor. She not only injured and destroyed trees I have known since they were sprouts, but the creatures who called those places home now lie dead from causes wholly unnatural.> He paused, briefly, before continuing, the russet lines in his fur shimmering with a copper light.
<The man here, Ah can forgive. He has no more guile in this than a stone has a will to fly, but this woman is to either leave this world by her own craft, or by returning to the soil from which we all arose. This is the will of Lornanine herself, for Ah speak with her voice where others cannot hear it, and my will as well, for Ah protect this place, one of the few holy forests remaining in this land of Old Winter.>