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"Your lying." She said bluntly. Tink didn't bother to denying it. She sounded so sure that she would have convinced him even if he wasn't lying. He felt his eyes widen at the accusation and even further as she hopped away. Due to the curse his flock had given him at birth, his every emotion was broadcast by his aura. Just a side-effect of being puck's descendant. But even so, people weren't usually able to catch on so quickly. He didn't think that any of Getsus's soldiers were smart enough to notice and that left only one conclusion.
Turning on the spot he darted in her direction. She was on the ground now and had set a fast pace. Tink tailed her from the treetops while he thought of something to say in apology.
He didn't notice when he left the cover of the trees but instead found himself hovering high above the freedom fighter camp. He looked down to see K and piper arguing by K's tent. If it was like any of their other arguments something was wrong with Piper's arm and she had come to K. Naut to fix it. If only it that easy. Artaxes sat in the middle of the camp surveying his small band of troops. Even smaller with him and Solomon gone.
Stay focused he grunted to himself and looked around the camp for the girl. There on the edges, she sat watching the camp. Doing his best to dampen his glow he travelled down and landed beside her.
"Sorry about before. I just wasnt sure if you were working for getsus or not." he said talking to himself as much as her. He realized that he still had up the illusion and immediately terminated it. His previously tough form transform into his mundanely weak one.
"Tinkerton Puck. Messenger of the Freedom fighters." he said extending a good natured hand forward. When he realized she was far too big to grab his hand he brought it slowly back to his side. He wasn't really sure what to do next. If he were to bow it could be too formal not to mention it would leave him open if she wanted to attack him. He could salute but would that be disloyal to the freedom fighters? Would it be disrespectful if he did nothing at all? Oh decisions, decisions.
He stood there awkwardly trying to come up with one.