Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE Rules? Now that was an interesting answer. That a creature so seemingly powerful could be controlled by something as simple as rules was both worrying and and useful. Caiside has always been good at using rules to his advantage. Though he did still have the disadvantage of not knowing what the rules were. The sprites were eager to love, the tugging at his limbs keeping Caiside from understanding what had been said at first. ”My friends?” He treated dumbly, glancing upwards to try and catch a glimpse of the sky. ”How long has it been?” He could have sworn it only felt like a handful of minutes since he’d stepped into the brush with the small creatures, perhaps a half hour at most. Jigano had been left alone, he knew that, but there has been that telltale ‘s’, the promise of more than one person. Caiside began to dig his feet in, his steps dragging. ”I still need to know more though. You said...” He cleared his throat in an effort to stop the whining tone he could hear running in his ears. {aay}”You said I could get my power back.” Out if everything he had been told, that was still the most important, the most clear in his mind. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.