-----I apologize; I have a little demented mind. This stuck in my head, and I rolled it around for a bit, then decided to do it.----
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Numair awoke… very… rudely, rubbing his ears and wincing. He pulled on his clothes hastily, and crawled out of the tent thing's flap, stretching, and then blinking owlishly. "What the…?" Blink. Blink. And… lets switcharoo to Daine. The Lioness winced, forcing a nervous chuckle. "Eh-hehe… uhm.. One more reason why I never use my magic for stuff like this." Now, let's just say that Daine had a little hair accident… Ever since what's-her-name had said that Numair went for shapely blondes, she'd wheedled the Lioness into trying to turn her hair yellow. Didn't turn out so well…
See, there was a reason why people with significant magic supply never use their magic for anything like hair, accessories, clothes, and such. All they can do, basically, is make shoes bigger and smaller. That'd be the limit. There was Wakom the wise, note the fake name for magical…ness, who turned his shirt into an octopus when he was trying to make it change colors like an octopus. And among other people. Anyway, Daine's hair was now bright neon pink, streaked with blue. Not a very good mix, I might add.
And… back to Numair. Numair yawned, and went to poke up the fire, wondering what the racket was about. What he did get to see, however, was Daine trying to murder the Lioness, chasing her around the camp. She grabbed her feet, making them tumble down in a heap. Daine wrapped her arms around Lioness's broad shoulders as she got up, and the Lioness struggled to get her off when she got up. Daine clung on, and then… fell off. The Lioness looked at her, and then Numair, chuckled nervously, and dragged Daine back into the tent to change her hair back. Daine came out, and glared pointedly at Numair. "Say one word and you die." She grumbled, going into her tent to get some more beauty sleep. But the knights just happened to choose that time to blow the bugles, signaling everyone to wake up. Somehow, they'd slept through that racket.
Daine groaned, rolling over in her bed and asking a badger and a stag to go get the knights for waking them up so early in the morning. The stag, thinking she meant beat them up, went and rammed him, denting the armor. BANG! The stag then proceeded to catch its antlers under the helmet, and swing it off, then whack him on the head to knock him unconscious. The badger just made the rest fall down and all, and left with a haughty sniff. The knights were all unconscious in their beds, and Onua had seen it all from the stream nearby, hidden in the trees.
