(@Stuffy McPatch) All That Glitters is not Gold Briar paced, his green eyes flashing as he muttered under his breath. "I don't like this," he mused, his brows furrowing. "I don't like this. I don't like this. I shouldn't have let them go. It's not safe. He's not safe for her."
The forest was calm. The birds still singing and a small breeze. In the midst of his pace, he would feel watched.
He flapped his wings, running a hand through his dark hair before he felt the eyes upon him. He frowned, his head jerking upwards as he looked around. "Who's there?"
There was suddenly silence. Not the regular silence, but the eerie kind, where the birds went quiet as well.
He tilted his head, his brows furrowing as he pulled out his knife from his belt. "You aren't pixie," he said in a hesitant voice. His face was not unkind, but it was uncertain, and he held the blade in his hand loosely, as if he wasn't sure what his next move should be. "You aren't pixie, and that means you shouldn't be here. Show yourself."
He folded his arms. “I know you’re there,” he said flatly. His eyes flickered to the branches and his frown deepened. “I can get you out easily or...” He paused, seeming perplexed for a moment. “Hardly? Hardily? What’s the word I’m looking for here?”
He relaxed, nodding in satisfaction. "Right. Thank you. The hard way." There was a pause as he pursed his lips before he sighed. "Here's my problem, though. I'm not really good at the hard way. So, could you please just make this easier and come out? I won't hurt you, and I know you're there anyway."
"Yeah. To the woods. I mean, this is my home that you're trespassing in, so I don't really have to ask for permission, but I figure it's the polite thing to do."
