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[Last time when we saw Cally she was generally happy, and sunny, and possibly clinging to a rather frightened possum. But then again she's usually clinging to a rather frightened possum. But the point is that a month ago Cally was completely content.

Now... Well, she's still content, oddly enough. But the world around her now isn't so happy to indulge that.

So! A Cally skids onto the Plane at quite a high speed with her hair all over the place and her cheeks fairly flushed; oh, and she also has thorns stuck in her hair- which would add a certain earthy feel in any other circumstances.

Unfortunately these circumstances involve flower monsters; so not so earthy.

After a few moments of rapid panting Cally straightens up and turns back to the direction that she came from; ignoring the fact that there is only the Plane stretching out before her she raises her fist and starts to grumble]

Ruddy flower monsters! I was only trying to be polite, y'know. There's no need to chase me and shoot at me and try to kill me!

[A brief pause as she slowly lowers her fist; then, with the true dedication to serious matters that Cally usually displays, she starts fiddling with her hair and examining the thorns buried in it]

Hey, I could make necklaces out of these!

[and she's happy again]