A sparkle, a flash of color, the faint, but clearly-identifiable scent of something chemical lingering in the air, and a little girl flops into a pile of hay. She claws her way through the scratchy, tan stalks and pokes her head through the heap of dried grass. Her silvery-blue hair is filled with bits and pieces of broken hay, and she spits some out of her mouth.
The faun, whose job it was to shovel hay into the stable for the hungry horses, is staring at her with wide eyes. A single fuzzy ear on the side of his head twitches.
The girl beams before slipping and sliding down the hay heap. She giggles and claps her hands as she comes to the bottom of the pile. Her dress, light purple, woven with extreme precision and care, is also dotted with specks of hay. A small tear is at the bottom hem, but she is too little and enchanted with her surroundings to care.
“Hi!” she chirps. Then her eyes widen and she gapes at the fuzzy, bent legs that make up the bottom half of the faun.
“You’ve got goat feet!” she shrieks while pointing at his legs. The faun blinks at her, again, and that same ear twitches before he looks down at himself.
“...Ah...yes. I do.”
Has this girl never seen a faun? True, she only looks about six or seven, but still...! He’s a little taken aback that she’s never seen one before today.
Which, now that he’s thinking about this whole matter, that’s probably the least important detail, really. There are more pressing questions, like:
“How did you get here?” He reaches for her, lifting the little girl into the air and moving her to a less hay-filled part of the stable. She has bare feet, and the biggest, shiniest, purplish eyes that stare back at his own with wide curiosity. There’s something certainly otherworldly about them, despite her very human appearance.
She obliges being moved, and smiles at him the whole time.
“I’m Glenn!”
“...I’m Verdai.”
Glenn beams and bops the faun on the nose. Her fingers tingle with warmth and the air around her seems to sparkle.
“I like that name! That’s a good name. But you’re all mixed up. You look like a person ‘cept your legs!”
Verdai nods along, ruffling the girl’s mussed, silvery-blue hair.
“Yeah..I know. I’m not messed up, really. This is how-..”
He trails. Where a little girl had been standing a second ago, he’s now talking to a bit of empty air. Verdai blinks, turning around in a circle, then rubs his eyes and walks out into the open field just beyond the stables.
“...Glenn?”
The palace sorcerer is making his way past the field at this same time, waving to anyone he meets on the road with a lazy smile. Sometimes he even tosses a few coins to the traveling beggars and minstrels. He’ll have to put in his horse at the stable, where Verdai is currently rushing about, yelling some name that he wouldn’t know.
What the sorcerer doesn’t realize is the small bundle that’s now seated on the back of his horse, playing happily with the ribbons on the horse’s tail and watching the palace loom before them with wide, purple eyes. She is well-hidden in the sorcerer’s flowing, sparkly cape, and it’s here that Glenn intends to remain until she gets bored and decides to teleport somewhere new.
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Verdai and the palace sorcerer (Ululate) belongs to @supesofherown