Ikhulu nesikhombisa

"So, you want us to kidnap your fiancé and then put her in an onyx coma so you can magically convince her marrying you is something she's actually excited for?" Natori asked with all the tact of a rhino on shrooms. The thunderbird was perched on the lowest branch of the willow tree that had nestled the fleeing women's hydro pod. She watched them escape before alerting the others in which direction they were headed. She did not mind waiting on everyone to congregate. It was kind of refreshing for the Chief's daughter to watch the frogs and dragonflies go about and chase each other in their underfoot domain. 

"No, Natori," Nikola deadpanned and all, but face palmed herself because of the blatant misunderstanding occurring between them. She had explained her plan to her trio multiple times now and none of them seemed to grasp it. "That is precisely what we are not going to do."