"Fae do that. That's who," comes a flat-toned yet youthful voice.

Conveniently walking through the same area of forest is Rita, a teenager sporting a lion-like tail and a large pair of red-black wings. A perceptive eye might notice that some portions of feather are missing, as if cut away haphazardly. She wears a tunic with various tools shoved into its many pockets, and a pair of tinted goggles on her head.

Rita folds her arms, looking the other girl (and her fireball) up and down with a judgmental expression. "Blasting your way out won't work, by the way."