How little Eryx managed to sneak out was beyond the comprehension of anyone in Sabertooth. A prince, at that. With all the tension building, hell, practically boiling over, one would think he'd have a harder time getting here. Eryx felt a pull here. Was it the lynx senses? He did not know. His tiny wings just...flew. To wildflower fields, and although there were plenty of girls here that he could fawn over, he could only notice the glowing flowers. Why were they doing that? He landed, albeit not so gracefully, and once stabilizing himself, he carefully prodded towards the flowers, cocking his head at the odd glittering and glowing of them.