[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Sil[/color]
[color=fdc68a]Nieffar[/color][/h1][/center]

[@fetzen][@13org][@Jerkchicken][@HokumPocus][@Typical][@Elevation]

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[color=a2d39c][i]Stupid Lynx.[/i][/color] Sil thought, turning back into her fairy form. Casually,
she reclined onto her side, her head resting on the palm of her hand. She lay
in the air looking nonchalant, despite her downwards predicament. 

Sil puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. She’ll have to find a way to get back at that sneaky Lynx. Maybe… she could draw a mustache on his snout… No, no… Too obvious… Spiders in his pants? No. She was being silly. Lynx doesn’t wear pants.

[color=a2d39c][i]Lynx’s Octavapus, however…[/i][/color] Sil thought. [color=a2d39c][i]That one wears pants…[/i][/color]

Sil rolled onto her back. Smiling as she watched world around her fall up in a blur. The fall was almost calming. It was weird to think most humans would tend fear a drop such as this. Puddles, most humans would freak out the moment one of their toes left the ground.

[color=a2d39c][i]Silly humans.[/i][/color] Sil thought. Didn’t they know that falling was just like flying? Only… without the whole flying thing…

She figured it would be nice if Chres gave it a try sometime. With the way that man went on, he could use a nice plunge off a cliff. Just the sort of thing to take the edge off. Surely he would understand the wonders of free fall! Who knows, perhaps the experience would even give him something to live for!

Sil nodded. Her decent coming to abrupt halt upon hitting the ground. Yes, that was just the thing Chres needed. She would have to pass the idea by him… After she gathered the enough spiders for Octavapus's pants, of course.

Humming softly to herself, Sil hopped to her feet and happily fluttered off the metal dome she landed on. She gave a wave and a smile to Metalman, who lay sprawled across the ground. His face was flushed, probably from all the fun he was having.

[color=a2d39c][i]Good for him.[/i][/color] She thought, happy to see him making friends.

She fluttered by No Eyes. He was a good man, that No Eyes. Making friends with an abnormality like Metalman.  

She patted No Eyes on the head as she passed. The man’s head raised in surprise, before swiveling from left to right. Sil didn’t really see the point of it. It wasn’t like the man had any eyes to see her with. Why bother even turning his head?

[color=fdc68a]“Wha-”[/color] No Eyes started.

“A familiar…” Said one of the men behind No Eyes.

[color=fdc68a]“A… familiar?”[/color] No Eyes repeated, his head no longer swiveling. The man pursed his lips in what seemed to almost be a frown. His slowly turned his gaze back to the one heading the guard. The man who helped Chres at the Inn two nights before.

[color=a2d39c][i]Sir Helps-a-lot.[/i][/color] Sil thought, nodding to the man. Yes. That was his name.

Sil landed atop Sir Helps-a-lot’s shoulder and made whisper in his ear. [color=a2d39c]“You know that weird mushy brown stuff dogs make outside? Whatever you do, don’t throw it at them.”[/color] Sil turned to look at No Eyes. [color=a2d39c]“I don’t think they like it.”[/color]

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[color=fdc68a][i]They must be using the familiar to send messages between each other.[/i][/color] Nieffar thought with a frown. There wasn’t much he could do about the familiar right now. What he really needed was for this conversation to be done with.