the rot at the roots is the root of the problem

Her skin was crawling with pent up energy. Mother was lounging around talking with other adults, her older siblings had disappeared, Sakana was deep in conversation with one of the Hallows healers, and she wanted to bite something. She stomped towards the trees with a frustrated shake of her head, crystals about her neck clattering against each other as she went. Corsair was somewhere nearby, she wondered if her other siblings were too? Maybe she could sneak up on one and goad them into a fight, or maybe she'd find something else that would bite back. While she was sure there was fun to be had, she needed to work the wiggles out of her system first.

"speech"