She still can't see anyone, but the poke stops and there's a very startled squawk and thump in the bushes. 

At the same moment as her shoe catches in the crack between two paving-stones and sends her toppling toward the ground - 

- and a different person bursts out of the rhododendron. "You bitch!" he shrieks at her, "what'd you do–" and he raises his hand; based on his uniform he's a mage-student, and based on his face he is terrified and angry, and one can assume that the thing he's about to do about these two faces is throw some magic at her. 

Aaaaah :Stop!!: she flings at him, because she can't run, can't sh-

- shield?

Something happens, and the half-finished, ineffective attempt at a fireball is even less effective than it should be and doesn't reach her, and the angry older bully sits down on the paving-stones with his mouth open in a blank, stupid-looking expression. 

Everything is suddenly very quiet. 

Is that everybody - by now she can use Thoughtsensing just to tell if somebody's there -

That's everyone nearby. A couple of someones were lurking behind a statue to watch, past tense; they're now fleeing as fast as they can in the opposite direction. 

:Skan, where are you, some people just attacked me and I stopped them and some spectators are running away THAT way -:

Skan is practicing in the aerial obstacle course, and a gryphon with slower reflexes than his might have plowed headfirst into the hanging wall of canvas in a frame, but he swerves instantly skyward, does a midair flip to turn himself around, beats his wings. Coming, he thinks loudly back at her, he can't actually project but he can shove the words right to the surface so she picks up on them without reading his actual surface thoughts. Are you hurt - should I pursue or help you–

:I'm not hurt but I definitely want to know who was with them:

I'll be there in thirty seconds -

(His mental 'voice' in his thoughts is like his normal voice but without the sibilant gryphon accent, which Skan has in any case been practicing avoiding, it's considered uncouth for adult gryphons in mixed company.) 

He pumps his wings, gains speed an altitude, and then dives, Aza where are they now -

Still within her Thoughtsensing range, and also earshot, they made the perhaps dubious decision to shortcut through a garden patch rather than take either of the paved paths at right angles to their original path of flight, and are now floundering through rosebushes. 

:Fetched up in the roses there:

She knocks on Lionwind's shields.

He isn't a strong enough Mindspeaker to hold a link across that distance himself, but can pick up Azabel's. :Is it an emergency. With a patient:

:Not a very urgent one, some people attacked me and I stopped them and I'm fine and a mage now:

:- You are what: 

:I'm a mage now! Everybody's unhurt, just set-commanded, I just apparently did extra shields when the second guy came at me. Skan's chasing their friends:

In the distance there's a gryphon battle-screech, some yelps, and a rustle and thud. :Got 'em: Skan sends, sounding incredibly pleased with himself. :Uh, what should I do with them now: 

:Goodness! Should I, er, alert some guards -:

:Pin 'em: she tells Skan, and :if you can, yeah, and I'll need your help to free the ones with set-commands but it can wait till you're done:

:Noted. I'll direct some guards over: 

There are more frightened cries in the distance. 

:Got them pinned: Skan confirms. :Should I just, er, hold them here: 

:Guards are coming. I'll come over and see who they are and then it won't matter much if they get away: She heads in the direction of the roses.

Skan is waiting for them there, one front limb - claws retracted - very carefully pinning each of the two boys he caught. They look about sixteen, and are shaking and whimpering in terror. 

She gets a good look at both of their faces.

Then she says, "It'll probably look better to the guards if you don't make them chase you, too." To Skan, "You can let 'em up."

They sit up, cautiously, seeming to expect Skan to change his mind and eat them at any second. (He does look very intimidating; at roughly his full adult size for a gryphon, he looms over them, and just his beak is the size of their heads.) 

Less than a minute later, there are running footsteps audible in the distance. "Report of someone needing help!" an adult voice shouts. 

"I'm over here!"