Tempest managed to brush the owl off his head, to the point where it fell to the ground and started to hop up and down letting out it’s hideous screeches. As he recovered from it’s attack, he quickly looked around to find where Flora ran off to. Instead.. He managed to not see just one tiny winged human, but several. Ten of them surrounded him. Tiny bows and arrows aimed in deadly positions as their wielders were decorated in what looked like wooden armor. Three flew to the aid of the owl. Calming it down as it tried to snap at them in it‘s fury. Three more had Flora in their grasp. One of the three that had Flora wore a helmet that was distinguishly marked. He snapped at her, “What are you doing back here? With a human no less. Haven’t you learned your lesson from last time?”
Her brown hair seemed to reflect her frazzled expression as it escaped from her tight bun. “He made me show him! It’s not my fault his friend got hit by my fairy du-” she cut herself off in mid yell as she realized she gave herself away, “-st…”
The other fairy lifted a brow, “You’re up to you’re old tricks again I see.. What did you do to his friend?”
“ They were trespassing. So I tried to scare them off, they put up a fight, and then I threw fairy dust at him.” She said pouting. “The dragon got in my way..”
“Dragon…” He said silently at first and then came into a realization, “ DRAGON!?! Take them to the elder immediately!” The other fairy signaled to the others quickly. The two that held Flora whisked her away. While the ones who surrounded Tempest held their position.
Tempest had his hands up in a surrendered fashion. If this is what Flora meant by the rest being self explanatory. Well… It kind of is. The helmeted fairy flew over to him so that they were eye level. “I’ll show you the way, human. Though we may be small, our magic is strong enough to kill if we need to. So even if you tried to escape. It’ll be harder then you think.” he said staring Tempest down. He signaled to the other fairies again and turned toward their destination. The other ten flew from a circled position to a u-shaped one as they went behind Tempest, tiny bows still drawn.
As they walked, the remaining three fairies were still trying to calm the hopping owl down. One even managed to lasso it’s wings so that it was now laying on it’s side. Tempest could hear it’s shrewd screeches and hoots as more of it’s feathers danced about.
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