Peridot skids to a halt with a yelp, stopping a ways off from Syr.

It's a chilling sight. The bony paw, the massive wings. It's hard to reconcile the image of the Ringmaster they used to know with the beast looming in the fog.

"Ringmaster! Stop! It's us, we're here to help you!" she cries, knowing full well there's no way that will be enough to get through to her. Mostly she's trying to draw attention away from Syr.