05-26-2012, 08:23 PM
Both of their eyes would have fallen on him, had he not willed himself to fade out more. His body was now nearly indistinguishable next to the old silk, only the faint glow of his eyes could be seen and even those could be called a trick of the light. Expressionless, he watched them all; the falling gryphon, the skilled feline and the two fae. It would be like every other time since he arrived there... there was no point in becoming attached.
The thin, snake-like spirit continued to dart through the plants, however, the vines and thorns not even bothering to try and grab at the insubstantial creature anymore. It carefully wove around the scene, taking in the appearance and actions of the arrivals much as it's companion did from afar. Whenever it strayed a bit too close, a word of warning from the warrior made it back off, but it's curiosity was quickly gaining the better of it. It was not nearly as jaded as it's friend, instead eternally maintaining a sense of mischief that balanced out the duo.
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