[color=gray]“This,”[/color] Fyair held up the lantern with its base nestled steadfast in the palm of his imposing hand, [color=gray]“And her,”[/color] he motioned his other hand toward Anise, [color=gray]“Stay with me.”[/color] Aiming a firm yet placid stare on the inked lady, the rest of him made a silent promise to unleash a fierce retaliation if provoked. [color=gray]“I’m not sure you’re capable of guarding something so dangerous, seeing you’ve lost possession of several already. So I’m keeping the purple lantern,”[/color] his fingers flexed to tighten his grip, “But I won’t hesitate breaking it if need be.” 

With that he fixed his attention on the magical warrior, [color=gray]“And you wait just there, I’m not looking for a fight.”[/color] He moved to attach the violent item to his belt before raising both hands up to show he was completely unarmed and willing to play fair. 

Keeping his senses on high alert, he turned to the princess with a sweet manner replacing his previous malice and offered her his warmest smile,  [color=gray]“Little thing, this is for your own protection.”[/color] The soft grin remained as he quickly and carefully confiscated the girl’s sword with ease and used it to cut the green lantern free, her minuscule force no match for his greater mass. [color=gray]“Proper ladies shouldn’t be burden with great responsibility. It messes with their heads,”[/color] he spoke with a knowing tone, referring to the royal’s unlady-like behavior and psychotic haste to lash out against her enemies. [color=gray]“I’ll give you the sword back after you’ve had a moment to collect yourself,”[/color] he nodded sincerely as he slid the weapon into the same side of his belt where the other light hung and pretended himself to disregard any ensuing tantrum. Or rather braced for a storm.

Dangling the green lamp in a laxed index finger, the knight plainly addressed the supposed witch man, [color=gray]“Are you really a witch? Because, unlike her and him,”[/color] He nudged the lantern in the direction of the painted woman and back at the spooky masked-child, [color=gray]“You don’t look like you belong in this dream either. Do you know anything about these colored lanterns?”[/color]