Lukien sat up suddenly, ears twitching.
"Damn! I think someone grabed one of my apples..."
He ran out, into the forest to the left and stopped about ten minutes in. He panted heavily, but that didn't stop him from plunging into his Ch'ilta bush.
"Damn, I was right!" he gasped loudly, for the bush had almost gotten her.
"Fira!" he called out,and a ball of flame erupted in his palm. He didn't need the word of course, but he always loved being able to be overdramatic as First Wizard. He shot theflame at the Ch'ilta, and it immediatly retreated. He grabbed the gil lieing on her side and, forgetting theatrics for a moment, teleported back to the cliff.
Hal an hour later, he grabbed a poition he was mixing with herbs, and poured them down her throat. She got up, coughing and sputtering, gasping loudly.