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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

He was sure he had touched Tania.  So sure, and yet, she went through his grasp laughing.

He recoiled.  It was like the birds in his ----  Mirithal's brows actually raised a little.  He figured it out.  He'd no time to sense it, the rush he was in but this Tania didnt give off the green.  It was a trick.  Tania could make tricks.  She probably made the wall.  Who knew what else she could.

His fingers went back to normal and he looked the other way.  He had to keep his feeling open.  Feel everything.  [color=lightgreen]"You're not going to win Tania."[/color]  He meant it to sound playful, but failed miserably, and sounded almost threateningly.  Beside himself, it was fun figuring things out.

He then ran down the opposite hallway.  Passing intersection and crossway.  She could have gone anywhere.  He had to try something.  It wasnt the outside.  The trees and plants couldnt whisper.  This was cold unfeeling stone.  Still, he made sure to scrap his roots on the walls, finding where the fakes might be.  That would be where Tania would be.

He nearly ran into a child, a girl, He stopped on a dime, his feet digging its roots into the floor.  He stood towering over her, a head tilted.  She was not fake.  She had green about her.  He needed to make sure she didn't turn purple.  He could talk this time which was nice.  He held up his hands, little flower polips forming in his hands... [color=lightgreen]"Hello small soft bark.  This one is not scary.  This one is Mirithal.  I am looking for my friend.  She is smaller than you.  Has wings like a butterfly.  Did you see her?"[/color]