[color=#9A42AD][i][b][h1][center]Tsak Vlos[/center][/h1][/b][/i][/color]
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Tsak soared over the water, still not fulling understanding what had happened and where the big brute was. Sighing, the fairy flew back to the rest and shrugged. She and this big plan of throwing things back in that large bastard's face... and he was gone. Something in that water had gotten him. It looked like the handsome duelist and the goblin had taken it the hardest, and she wanted badly to go to them, but she knew it wasn't right, she was an outsider. Hells, not one fucking day with this group and she already got lost. 'I'm not cut out for this...' she had told herself in her head, now terrified as it finally settled what happened. 'What the fuck is in that water that could kill the brute?? what could have SURVIVED?!' In the end, Tsak didn't know what to do, and so she resorted to her default of hiding herself away and just watching, which made her feel even more like trash. 

Tsak had felt the tingle in the air and froze, knowing that feeling all too well, being a fey. She looked around franticly, watching for lighting bolts, swarms of butterfly's or flying elephants falling from the sky. But what caught her attention the most, what froze her to her core and brought goose bumps to her flesh. One of the most mesmerizing song's she could remember, had listen to it damn near every day her entire life! It was the Calliope... She could hear the song of the Calliope an confusion, grief, and homesickness. But then there was something else that dawned on her, a new feeling that creeped up, hope. [color=#9A42AD]"That cheeky monkey..."[/color] she whispered as she followed the strange clock lady's eyes out to the water. 

As the orb risen and flew over them, Tsak had grinned from ear to ear. [color=#9A42AD]"That cheeky monkey!"[color] she said louder, stepping away from the orb as is slowly fell. All her years in the circus, traveling from realm to realm across the multiverse. She never saw anything so beautiful as the ever-changing orb of light slowly descend. She watched as the colors started to speed from their pace of transformation and once the blinding light erupted and faded, she watched in shock awe, as the large brute she had expected to see... had be replaced by a gnome... a fucking gnome. 

Her eyes grew wide and cheeks hot red as she watched the now naked gnome stand up and shout the crux at what she had assumed were goblinoid gods. Realizing she might have been staring at the wrong area, she would turn away, looking out at the trees as she processed it all. Bruk died, Ernest the Monkey saved him by turning him into a gnome? A fucking gnome?? It was almost too much to handle and she couldn't help but think this was one of the circus's odd stories they told as entertainment, [color=#9A42AD]"A fucking gnome?!"[/color]. She would shout, oddly finding amusement in it all. She heard, more then saw, the panic and anger in the bug... gnome's voice, as she covered her mouth. She would turn slowly, watch as the gnome walked to the water and scream, before the fairy finally loses her shit and laugh. [color=#9A42AD]"That fucking monkey!"[/color].