You have no idea how, but you managed to end up cornered in a thick forest by a tall Floatzel, who glared at you and held a sharp spear—extremely so—that looked to be made of some valuable gem material. The tip’s pointing directly at you, inches from your neck. The only reason you aren’t super scared is.. she’s cute. She has the kind of expression where she’s deciding on talking to you or outright killing you. She seems.. conflicted.