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Farah nodded and sighed. "I'd love to, but I don't know where he'd be. I haven't spoken to him in years. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought I was dead."
Farah nodded and sighed. "I'd love to, but I don't know where he'd be. I haven't spoken to him in years. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought I was dead."
Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "He should know better than that."
Farah laughed quietly. "You're probably right."
"Now let's go." Qûs'ÿltn says pointedly, laughing slightly anyways. "You're stalling. And we have a ways to go."
Farah nodded slowly and narrowed her eyes at him. "I am not stalling."
Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Really. Then why are we still standing here?"
Farah shook her head. "Alright, fine. Let's go." She set off away from her cottage.
Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "There we go."
He follows her, flashes of lighting occasionally hitting him for no reason.
The fairy rolled her eyes playfully. "No need to put on a show about it." The first few times the lightning struck, she jumped, but she slowly got used to it.
"Oh, c'mon, Farah! I put on a show for everything." Qûs'ÿltn grins, turning a cartwheel.
A bolt strikes him in the crotch, and he groans slightly. "Methinks that one was a little too powerful."
Farah smirked, her eyes glowing silver-blue as her magic was used and turning naturally brown again quickly. "Shame."
Qûs'ÿltn looks at Farah with mock outrage. "Fie upon you, brigand! Stand and fight!"
He produces a rubber chicken that he'd aqquired some time ago from another place and proceeds to poke Farah with it.
(You know the rubber chickens I'm talking about, right? The ones that scream when they inhale?)
(Yeah XD)
Farah looked down at the object with pure confusion on her face. "Oh gods, what in the Otherworld is that?" she asked, looking up at Qûs'ÿltn and back at the chicken.
(Lol, I'm just imagining this entire scene as a comic panel: the serious faerie getting threatened by a jester demigod holding a godsdamned rubber chicken in the middle of the forest.)
Qûs'ÿltn grins and squeezes the chicken. It makes a harsh, grating sound as the air rushes back in after it had all been squeezed out. "Don't worry about it."
(Legit, I have never laughed as hard as I did when I read this entire scene! Amazing writers, the both of you!)
(Omg XD)
Farah shook her head. "We need to keep going, not wasting out time with… squawking… rubber… birds." She continued moving towards the edge of the forest in the distance.
(I bow You are welcome, lmao! I'm glad I could be of assistance, Jack.)
Qûs'ÿltn roars with laughter. "Okay, okay."
He puts the rubber chicken away, and even five minutes later, he's still grinning and chuckling.
(Oh, you have no idea XD)
Farah glanced over her shoulder at him. "What in Solaria is so funny?" she asked, arching her eyebrows. "It can't be that squawking thing still, can it?"
"It's called a rubber chicken," Qûs'ÿltn grins. "And yes, it is still that 'squaking thing', as you so aptly put it."
"And what exactly is its purpose? Because its incredibly annoying," Farah muttered, stepping over a protruding tree root so she didn't trip.
"Exactly what you think it's for, duh." Qûs'ÿltn laughs, cartwheeling once more.
Farah rolled her eyes. "You demigods have infuriating levels of energy."
Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "No, it's just me that has infuriating levels of energy. There's a difference."
"Yes, of course." Farah's tone was saturated with a sarcastic undertone. "How silly of me for forgetting."
Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Don't start something you won't win, dear."
He continues cartwheeling, spinning like a wheel over the ground.
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