Before Therezia could get out a sentence, the tiny girl suddenly bolts. A small pout forms on her lips as she watches her curiously. Was she scared of her? Mayhaps she had heard tales of the Fae before, and decided to heed the warnings that came with them.

All the more reason to prove her wrong. Therezia flutters up, hovering close to the ceiling as she just watches the chaos in the tavern unfold from above. It was both enchanting and overwhelming all at once, as the loud chatter and laughter echoed in her ears. 

She crosses her arms and watches the small girl from above, cocking her head to the side when she disappears under tables and weaves through the crowd. When she finally appears again she climbs into a chair next to a mage, and Therezia decides to try to approach her again. 

Maybe if she just moved slower, she wouldn't startle her. And so she slowly flies closer, deciding to hide partially behind the mage as she approaches. When she's next to them, she gracefully lands on the back of the chair the wizard was sitting on, and peeks around his shoulder. Only then does she glance up at him as well, recognition sparking as she remembers him to be the silver-eyed man that she had seen from the window earlier.