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Micha felt a little bad for startling the young Fae, but he was quickly pulled away from the feeling as a short conversation started. “Oh? Hello there, It is nice to meet your acquaintance. I am Ariel Wylde of the Unseelie Court. Of course, you could have guessed that, seeing as I am a Fae as well as you.”

Ariel Wylde. The name brought out a familiarity, or at least the last part did, but he wasn't quiet sure where he had heard it before. He couldn't quite figure out why, but the tone was polished enough he was willing to be royalty. He nodded a bit at having guessed that much, Fae's weren't hard to tell apart from others. “Figured, you're too pretty to be a Seelie,” he muttered, then added in a louder tone. “Micha, by the way.”

Not to say that Micha wasn't entranced by his own court, but there was something about the Unseelie that was almost majestic. They were all beautiful for the most part. Especially this one with his fair skin and bright hair. Micha'd always had a weakness for those traits himself.

Ariel was going to say something again, but the sound of a flute cut him off. Micha fell quiet, not because he was particularly fond of the music himself but because it seemed rude otherwise. It was a fine tune, though it was over soon.

Micha twisted his head around at the sound of a voice, distinctly female, it was of a deeper variation. Definitely not Fae, at least. She was beautiful, though in a simpler way than his own race. He'd seen enough Nymphs in his lifestyle to recognize one when he saw it. They all held a certain visual aspect, like a flower in bloom. She had a darker skin tone that he rarely ever got to see, and some bushy hair that brought a smile to his face.

He nodded along with what Ariel was saying, it did seem as if the two were the only ones there. “Though I do wish the others would hurry up. I don’t want to be waiting all night.” “Agreed,” he muttered. “Though if they're going to be slow I wouldn't mind a nap...” Though just as he said it, a new voice joined the group. Loud and booming.

To be honest, Micha had an issue with paying attention to his surroundings. He knew it was dangerous, but he was tired and a little stressed. He hadn't heard the sounds, but as he raised his eyes he quickly became aware of the newest member to their group.

He was a very tall man, with flaming orange hair, strong, prominent features, and a very impressive pair of curling horns. Dressed in very little...and Micha thought he was being a rebel. This boy plopped down right by the young Fae, and Micha could only snicker softly at the expression that crossed Ariel's face—he was slightly uncomfortable about the situation. And the new comer looked a little too happy with his.

Another girl appeared way too soon and he sighed deeply at the fact that he was going to have to let go of the prospect of a nap. He should have slept before leaving, and he was regretting it now, but at least he'd had a relatively good night.

She was a tiny girl, definitely human, but very beautiful. Even in his lazy state, Micha lifted up on his elbow to look the girl over. She was very small, very fair, and very demanding of attention. While not necessarily his type, there was no doubt she was hard to look away from.

After a moment, he followed her own expression to where her gaze was locked and chuckled under his breath. Guess I'm not her type either... he thought to himself. Oh it was definitely going to be interesting with girls around...this journey was beginning to have a bright side.

Silence fell around the small group and after awhile Micha lost interest in looking at the others and laid back down again. He wasn't feeling like himself at all, normally he would have been down on the ground messing with the others and making jokes but...he was too tired.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself. Honestly, his heart felt heavy. He was thinking about her. After all these years, after moving on and having a life, she was back on his mind and...it still hurt. Like it'd all happened yesterday. He figured a piece of himself would always lay with her.

He actually closed his eyes for awhile before anyone else came. He'd unfolded his wings, let them lazily glide in the air for a moment before dropping them at his sides. He normally didn't flaunt them so much—and that wasn't what he was doing, he was just tired and keeping them pinned was a lot of energy too.

He'd just thought about that nap again when a noise caught his ears, and he moved enough to see another male enter the group. This ones race Micha couldn't pin, but he carried himself with a certain type of...pride? He wasn't sure what it was. “Miss Naga it isn’t polite to hide up there, please come down. Everyone is waiting.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, when the hell had a Naga joined them? His eyes searched the branches and after he focused long enough he saw her. She was huge, but he figured a life-sized snake would be anyway. He didn't have a problem with them at all, and actually found her to be very cute the longer he looked.

“---I’m sure none of us bite, you are safe here.” Micha scoffed under his breath as he turned his head to the opposite side. “Not unless you're into that kind of thing...” he trailed off as his eyes landed on an Elf who had apparently just joined their group.

She raised an unamused eyebrow at him while he only grinned in response. She rolled her eyes slightly before they went around the rest of the group. Before anything else could be said, or anyone else introduced, a bright light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Well hell, that caught Micha's attention, and he lifted up on his elbow again to look off in the distance.

Amarie, who could see exceptionally well, was already shaking her head. As to why the male was glowing, she had no idea, but she was sure there was an amusing story to the reasoning.

“So, what’s everybody up to? If you were waiting for me, I already went on ahead and checked everything out. Seriously you guys are way too slow. So, yeah, stop being lazy and get your bums moving. Mommy Mavin is here to guide the way.”

Micha felt confused, surely his attention wasn't that bad that he hadn't noticed someone else had arrived before him. Definitely not from a sky view, certainly he would have noticed a glowing dude. You're goin to get yourself killed...

The sound of a Fae giggle stole his attention once more, an he found himself looking down at the Unseelie, who blushed as soon as he realized everyone had gone quiet.

Amarie leaned against a tree just opposite them, enough to keep an eye on the group but not say anything. She raised an eyebrow slowly as the boy with hair almost as bright as hers stood. Fae, she noticed.

“Who put this kid in charge?” she asked under her breath.

Micha flipped out of the tree easily, lading just in front of her with his wings snapping into place. “You wanna lead the way, Princess?”

She gave him a look that probably could have sent anyone else running. “Bite me.”

“Where?” he retorted. It was just too easy. She stepped up to him as if she was about to retort something--and how he hoped it was going to be fun--but then a sound interrupted them.

“Ow, dammit.”

Micha looked behind him and Amarie over his shoulder at the Fae that had just run smack into a tree. He shook his head with a light snicker and fell into walking with the group, but Amarie held back a couple of paces behind everyone else.

She looked off towards the southeast for the longest moment, hoping her baby sister was having some good dreams, and blew off a kiss in the direction. She couldn't see anything, of course, but it gave her a little peace. Then she turned around and started walking again.

From her spot in the very back she could see all the others, smiling and making introductions as they walked. The blue Fae was by far the tallest, which was amusing because in counterpart the other Fae was the shortest.

She wondered for a moment why there was two of them when it occurred to her that they had different subraces as well. Something about being one thing and un-another. She knew she remembered in the back of her mind, but she couldn't pull the information forward.

Even from her spot in the back, she could hear them talking up front. Her ears were pretty amazing that way. Actually, the more he talked the more amusing she was finding the tiny fairy, who seemed to have a bit of a smart mouth on him.

A smile actually tugged on her lips as she shifted the straps on her back. The group that was in front of her seemed like a pretty able group. The guys appeared to be strong—except maybe the Fae's less so in physicality. However, they were powerful creatures and she wasn't worried.

The girls...the only one who stuck out to her like a sore thumb was the smallest. She looked like something that needed to be sitting at one of those shops that sold rare, priceless items. Not someone who should be on a mission such as their own. However, if there was anything Amarie had learned in her short life it was never to judge by appearances, which could be so deceiving.

Perhaps the young woman was a magicurser, who had powers no one could even dream of.

She sighed, deciding she was already done with people watching, and instead turned her attention to the trees around them. She loved the forest.