Dark Forest — [P] Refuge?

Elcid's ear rotated as Zane used her nickname and she gave him a toothy grin in response. "You think she would go through all the trouble of making up a magical ant just to keep me out of her gardens?" She paused momentarily in speaking as she continued to step towards him to then fall in line as he kept them moving forward. "Hmm, you know, that would actually make sense." Elcid was a horrible herbalist and often joked about everything she touched dying when she tried to learn about gardening. Her lack of growing skills, however, never deterred her from using the plants. Her uses were usually far different from their intended uses most of the time.  She didn't have much time to consider the story as a made-up one as Zane pointed out that there was a chance that if the story was real, that Elcid was likely to end up stepping on her. "What?!" She twisted her face - still smiling - into an offended one, "No, I don't think so. If anyone was to step on her, we both know that it would be you." She turned a cheeky grin towards him, the momentary pitstop and teasing between her and Zane helping her forget about how tired (of walking) she was. "Hey, when we find somewhere to call home, can we come back here? I'm wondering if I can enchant the wood to maintain it's heat from the burn, or better yet, make noise that copies the sound of heated wood. I think I could, which could be hilarious." Sure, the object could be useful in all sorts of ways, but she couldn't help cackling at the idea of sneaking it into someone's den and enchanting them to pop just as someone drifted off to sleep. "I could call them pop rocks!"  --- Speech.