Flitting happily they raced. The fae around seemed completely unaware of the bodies that whirred by in a rush of gold and feathers. With bright peals of laughter that went unheard by the popular at large, the small group of sprites led Caiside on a merry chase, weaving in and around the Sidhe Village.
"Come Caiside! Come and see the tulmhainar!" They encouraged, their small voices like a whistle on the breeze, their feet pinwheels of motion.
Racing with prolific speed that Caiside could never have achieved on his own, they made their way into a thick mangrove of trees, coming to an abrupt halt. With little chests rising and falling as deep breathes were taken, the placed fingers against lips to indicate quiet. Taking dramatically large steps in an effort to move stealthily (this seemed entirely for show however), they paused at what appeared to be a dense thicket, as if the trees had been planted specifically as a barrier.
"Ready?"
