Calla fell to the ground with a thud, dried grass and dandelions working their way into her hair as she face planted with as much grace as a warthog. Almost immediately, though, the nymph hopped to her feet and fled toward the end of the clearing in fear. She was very spooked at this point, like a deer fervently chased by a hunter. As she reached the brush, however, something beckoned her to stop and glance over her shoulder.
"Ulricis, Ulricus..." She breathed softly, expression softening. The fear overwhelmed her quickly enough where despite the internal conflict, she'd once again start toward the forest, but this time her ankles were snagged in roots. "Oh, please let Calla go..." She murmured to the plant life, tugging at the roots with her hands. As if answering, the tree roots grew further from the soil and pointed their twiggy limbs in the direction of Ulricus and the short man.
"B-But..." Calla whimpered, but the roots would have none of it. They wrapped tighter around her legs and finally she'd relent. "Okay, okay... Calla will go help..."
The roots gave slack to her teeny ankles at last and she headed back toward Ulricus, a trail of blossoms sprouting behind her. "Oh please don't hurt each other!" She shouted, the burn mark still visible on her forehead.