The Treants and Orcs were frozen, their attention shifted from each other to Curian. She had started screaming every foul word she could think of in every language she knew foul words to borrow from the moment the Orcs had emerged.
“The small one can hold a great deal of air for her size,” Gnarlroot muttered.
Kil’Gronn nodded in silent agreement.
“Just give her a moment,” Sophia said. “She gets like this when she’s very upset, I’ve found, and it’s best to let the anger run its course. It’s been an eventful…”
Curian paused, glaring at Sophia. “You were going to say it’s been an eventful day, weren’t you?” she snapped.
Sophia winced. “That is within the realm of possibility.”
Curian stomped over to Sophia, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She stormed over to Kil’Gronn, eyes narrowed, and jabbed a finger in the Orc’s direction.
“It might have been a eventful day. Or even week. Who knows?” Curian ranted. “If the Orcs and Treants would just take a break from murdering each other, maybe we could find out? But no. Nooooo~!”
Curian stormed over to Gnarlroot’s towering roots, kicked them, and let out a pained roar.
“Had to break Time!” Curian screamed.
Kil’Gronn stepped forward. “It’s hardly that simple! They murdered our people!”
Gnarlroot rumbled. “You cut down our brethren,” he replied. “Desecrated their remains for your shelters and burned them for warmth!”
Curian let out another roar. She pointed at Kil’Gronn. “Enough!” she snapped. “Same goes for you!” she added, jabbing a finger upwards towards Burlknot.
Sophia stepped forward, placing a hand on Curian’s shoulder. Curian clenched her teeth but said nothing as she visibly focused on breathing.
“I think perhaps we need to discuss this further,” Sophia said. “Gnarlroot, this was your home before the Orcs arrived, yes? Do you recall what happened?”
Gnarlroot scratched at his crown. “Only through stories passed down, I suppose,” he conceded. “I was but a sapling when Elderbark was felled and burned.”
“And you were only a child when Gronn was killed,” Sophia said. “I’m so sorry to ask this, but you said you were there. Did you see anything?”
Kil’Gronn winced, the pain on her face contagious. The other Orcs looked away, tears welling in their eyes.
“I only saw their shadows, but that was enough,” Kil’Gronn said. “My grandfather was torn limb from limb.”
Burlknot grumbled something, averting his gaze.
“Now you’ve got something to say? Spit it out, you cowardly conifer!” Curian shouted.
The Treants gasped collectively.
“You’re going to stop fighting, damn it, and we’re going to talk,” Curian said. “Or I’ll fight all of you!”