Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE Seeing how their chase seemed to go unnoticed by the people in the village, Caiside let the joy inside him pass through his lips, bright peals of laughter trailing after him. His head swivelled around, taking in every bit of the village that he could, though his gaze always returned forward, towards the trails of gold, the encouraging voices. Something about what they said didn’t seem right though, Caisides expression suddenly marred by a a crease in his brow. ”Weren’t you afraid of it?” He asked, his voice ripped at by the wind, but his feet not faltering despite his confusion. They stopped at a dense wall of trees, Caiside killing the rest of his questions in his throat when the sprites gestures to be quiet. He mimicked their sneaking, albeit far more effectively, and followed them deeper into the growth. Curiosity overrode whatever worries he had, and he nodded. This was as ready as he’d ever be, but... ”Just to look.” He said softly, wanting that confirmation to be verbal. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.