Make for the pool

No way I’m outrunnin’ this thing. Just gotta hope it can’t swim.

You hurl yourself away, tulip still in hand as you land feet first in the pool. The spriggan attempts to grab you but is too slow. You pace out away from the pool’s edge further into the spring. A shrill voice rings out taking your attention momentarily.

“Iyda, what is that thing!?”

“Spriggan, old male by the looks of it. Might’ve pissed it off a wee bit.” You reach Petra and extend the tulip out to her. “But I did get ya this.”

“Th-thanks. But what’s it doing? It’s just standing there?” She hesitantly takes the tulip from you.

“Uh, bit fuzzy on that but I don’t think it can enter the water.”

“So, we are safe then?”

“Sorta’ might prune up if we stay in too long.” You say cheekily. Petra frowns slightly.

“Time and place girl.”

“Ya ya I know.”

“So what’s our plan of escape then?”

The spriggan seems to stare daggers at you sending a shiver down your spine.

If that thing got its hands on me, it could easily tear me apart. Good to be safe for the moment… but she’s right, we need a plan.