The Dreamraider’s recruits… from Emerald Islands

Oilill directed Shyrra and Cupid to descend. Ominous orange stains on the exposed trees warned of significant injuries. Shyrra moved through thick forest like a big soft cushion, but the púca and disgruntled Sidheag brushed against exposed branches and suffered aggravating injuries. Shyrra found a spot of open ground and landed. Oilill slipped off the Cloudmare, stepped onto reddish grass, and jumped back when a small rambling bramble bush moved out of his way rather than biting his thick boot. Cupid crashed into some underbrush and unceremoniously dumped the svelte Sidheag onto a thornbird bush. The bush sang melodiously as its thorns dug into the Kelpie.
Oilill muttered, “We’re certainly not home anymore.”
Sidheag grumbled, “D*** you, horse-boy! I’m going to be digging thorns out of my butt for a week! D*** me for choosing this visage!”
The púca anxiously offered, “I’ll pull them out, but isn’t your hide as tough as dead seal skin?”
Sidheag pulled out a particularly long thorn, yelped, and responded, “That’s a myth! It hurts! But I prefer that you not mess with my backside! If that singing bush doesn’t shut up, I’m going to pull it up by the roots!”
Oilill advised, “Not a good idea! You’ll just get more thorns! There are lots of unusual plants around! They’re knocked down in that direction. Let’s follow.”