You notice little of falling boulders that may or may not have crushed you were it not for the bard forced to trail in your wake, nor do you hear Oliver's outrage. It has been years since you've seen a sprite (or maybe it hasn't, your memories are not all there after all); to say that you're excited is an understatement. "It's powerful." You note without concern as it easily moves beneath magic that should have rendered a creature its size frozen in time.
Whether of his own free will or caught in the current of your thoughts, Meraki spreads his own wings and flits out of your hair, rushing after the sprite.
"Is there a reliable method of knowing whether or not this creature means to help us or answer questions honestly?" You ask Kai, knowing that sprites can be fickle sorts of creatures. "Maybe if we make it an offering. Do we have anything?"
Meraki flies after the sprite!
Whether of his own free will or caught in the current of your thoughts, Meraki spreads his own wings and flits out of your hair, rushing after the sprite.
"Is there a reliable method of knowing whether or not this creature means to help us or answer questions honestly?" You ask Kai, knowing that sprites can be fickle sorts of creatures. "Maybe if we make it an offering. Do we have anything?"
Meraki flies after the sprite!
