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The collision with the goat-legged mortal expelled a puff of snow from the Faerie's body as she reflexively unfurled her wings. The impact briefly dispelled the Glamour, revealing the Faerie's true form, before she regained her composure and the Glamour took hold once more.
The Faerie wasn't sure of how much this mortal had seen, but she had a feeling her arms, having been lifted on impulse, would've been the first to be noticed. Or maybe this mortal hadn't seen anything at all, what with her evident focus being on apologizing profusely for bumping into the Faerie.
"Who is this?"
Unsure of what to make of this...goat thing she hadn't seen before, the Faerie kept her wings erect and slowly flapping, not enough to induce flight but just enough to get moving in a pinch should things turn sour. Or maybe dissipating would be a better alternative.
"It's just a mortal, you cur."
"I think this may be faun."
"Yeah, nothing to worry about."
"Mortals can have goat legs and horns?!"
"Just try not to kill her."
This "faun", as they put it, didn't seem to be a member of the Sway. It would be rather reckless of these hunters to make another attempt at her life in a public area like this, wouldn't it? Plus, she didn't appear to have any armor or weapons with which to..."safely" dispatch the Faerie.
As she was thinking this, another mortal appeared behind the faun, this one a blue-haired fellow with a strong magical aura about him. Now this mortal definitely looked more the part of somebody who would want the Faerie's head, the sight of him causing her heartbeat to quicken.
But not out of fear.
No.
Out of elation.
But she had to contain herself. This was no place to deliver punishment.
An icy mist forming around her being, and keeping her fanged smiles to herself, the Faerie finally spoke to the faun.
"It's fine. I'm okay."
Last edited by Sugarp1e1; 08-15-2021 at 10:26 PM.
"We are One."
