"The tulmhainar silly/" They said with a laugh as if Caiside had been asking something like what colour is the sky? "Mmmm, that's okay." Said the one playing with his hair, small fingers clutching at his earlobe for a moment.
"Yes, but SHHHHH." The one nearest to him said, their large round eyes widening further as they pinched his lips closed with the childish confidence that somehow he'd be forced to submit. "It's a'commin! Come on Caiside! They can't see you if you're with us!" And with that the small sprites rose, gold dust falling off of their strange bodies as they darted out from behind the bushes, moving from tree to tree with incredible speed. With them though, Caiside would find that he too could move swiftly. That he too shed gold dust. And, had he a mirror, he would notice that his eyes too were becoming larger, his skin more like bark and leaf and stone.
