As the path turned, Abel glanced over his shoulder. Squinting, he saw Steven staring up into the sun with his lips moving. Strangely enough, he seemed [b]very[/b] non-disoriented from the glitter dust that had been all but thrown into his eyes and the random chinchilla appearance. He didn't even seem the slightest bit surprised, in fact. He just stood there. Talking. 

Of course, with the wind being so strong and the distance between them, he couldn't make out a word of it. If Steven had wanted to reply, he surely would have raised his voice so Abel could actually [i]hear[/i] it. Either way, staring at the sun couldn't be good on glitter dusted eyes. He mentally noted that Steven must be magically impervious to surprises, as well as temporary vision impairment. He also mentally noted that Steven must be one of those people that obnoxiously talks to themselves for no reason and tried to lighten his mood by imagining what the kid might be saying.

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"It's okay, Steven. You have your piss buddy and that's all that matters. And boy-- did you see that summon? That was sure impressive. He whipped it out really fast! I should compliment him on his summoning skills sometime--"[/i]

His inward joking was stopped short and his jaw literally dropped as he watched the human turn around and start marching back towards the others.

"[color=bisque]BLOODY HELL![/color]" he cursed, throwing his hands up in the air. [color=bisque][i]The idiot is more fickle than a woman in love![/i][/color]

He continued on his way to the village in search of a pub, now filled with even more frustration than before.