[h3][color=8dc73f]Scott[/color][/h3][hr]

As Lear began to walk away from them, Scott immediately began to jog after him. [color=8dc73f]“I’m aware that I’m weak, sir. It’s, ah, nothing new. Pixies aren’t usually very strong in our books, either.”[/color]

When the man mentioned Geir and Mirabelle, Scott nodded for a moment. Then a thought came up. [color=8dc73f]“And do you plan to tell them? About us... being summoned? I really don’t know how this works. I could hide, maybe. That way you could break it to them cleanly, or you could-”[/color] He cut himself off. He was rambling. [color=8dc73f]“I- um- sorry.”[/color]

His face turning red, Scott looked down at his feet. They were absolutely filthy, he realised. Well, of course, they were. He had been running barefoot this whole time, and he certainly hadn’t washed up since… well, since he was born. He idly wondered over the state he was in, and how he might go about fixing that. A shirt and shoes would be nice, at least.

[color=8dc73f]“And, uh. To answer your question...”[/color] he mumbled into his chest. [color=8dc73f]“Nobody can really say if demons exist or not. Monsters, too. Or if they used to exist but don’t anymore. Our gods are... mostly distant, I think. Some people don’t believe in any of it, but a lot of people do or want to. But the idea of demons and a lot of other monsters... they’re usually used by parents to convince their children to not do bad things.”[/color]

It was at that point that Miiba started to run around him and Lear, expressing her excitement at having a friend. That really did confirm it, then. She was childlike, even though Scott was probably around the same age as her in this world. A small smile appeared on his lips as she approached him.

[color=00FA9A]"Mira nice. Geir angry. Lear say mean well, so Miiba just be Miiba, nothing more can do. Miiba want be friends too, but no think they want to be friends... not with gob. Or not yet anyway...Miiba no know,"[/color]

[color=8dc73f]“Well, ah - I’m sure the two of them will come around eventually.”[/color] Scott told her. [color=8dc73f]“Some people are just... wary of strangers.”[/color]

As he passed through the gate, ushered in by Lear, the pixie looked back over his shoulder at the forest.

[color=8dc73f]“With good reason, usually.”[/color]