[@Stabby][@Zeroth]

Femus realized quickly that his ability to multitask and meditate was insufficient to the task and abandoned his meditation efforts in favor of stealth.  Constantly adjusting his own coloration and brightness to match the shifts in the grass took almost all of his concentration.  No longer was he merely 'activating' his Suppress Presence skill.  Now, he was expanding it, training it, trying to master it.  Now, he was being one with his environment.  He sought to match his breath to the air's movements, only being truly silent and still when his tiny fragment of the world was.  He expanded his senses to give him as much awareness of his surroundings as he could so that he could match the characteristics of his environment ever more closely.  He went so far as to try to match his own mana flow to the pace he had felt in the tree, in the grass.  He sought concealment in oneness.  

But, he did not close his senses or thoughts off to awareness of his changing surroundings.  Even that which perfectly belongs can be stepped on and crushed.  He had to stay alert and aware without compromising his concealment.  Only then would he be able to gain an advantage over a possible threat that may approach, either now or in the future.  Every breath was training, every adjustment of his color and brightness, every subtle movement and glance.  The pixies would do what the pixies did.  But, he was the grass and the soil, the moss and the breeze.  All were things that he could feel on this tiny body of his as he hid.

Yet, as focused as he was, there were still three things that stood out in his mind about the pixies.  The familiar one was looking for him.  The other female was interested in Nira's dress.  And, the male was interested in Nira.  Well, that set of circumstances could be complicated, but Nira was in a uniquely well suited position to handling things.  Femus would continue his training and concealment, watching and waiting.