Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE The sudden weight on his back had Ciiade lifoting an arm and grabbing gently onto the sprite, though even he wasn’t sure if it was to support it or keep its grip from growing too tight. He shot one last look through the foliage, taking in as much as he could, then knelt down suddenly, almost bonelessly. ”What does a creature like that do in war?” Caiside knew a thing or two about wars, and the tulmhainar had to be something more than it appeared at first glance, though the glance was impressive, it didn’t seem incredibly tactically useful to him. He moved his free hand to cover his bellybutton casually, not wanting to draw attention to the action, and spoke again. ”Why does it listen to her?” the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.