| As Ariel was tossed onto the table, she growled, her eyes turning to daggers, and then back again, as she stared up at Vala. Within a matter of seconds, Ariel noticed a bright, lemon-yellow mist swirling around Vala, concentrated mostly around her long red lockes. The mist wound itself each individual strand, and then spiraled wildly out of the edges, the tips; like the sun's rays radiating off of it and down to the earth. It was positively radiant, as far as aura went, but Ariel knew that it did not signify something quite so fright. The inarta is afraid of you, her mind whispered, afraid of someone only a mere fraction of her size... she fears you are one of the things that haunts her; that she is losing it; that you are not truly... real. An amused grin made its way across Ariel's tiny clay lips as she folded her arms over her chest; her wings fluttering softly. "Haven't we been over this already, you silly red-headed giant?" Ariel asked. "A pycon, tiny clay figurines that have been brought to life by the almighty god of transformation and alchemy, Harameus!" Ariel went on, as she rolled her tiny clay eyes. "And as for what we want with you... well, it'd be nice, for one if you don't try to squish me anytime soon. Secondly, that you don't so much as think of putting me back in your pocket... and thirdly, Rafael is missing, have you seen him? Surely with your ever so observant nature, you have noticed him around here, somewhere," Ariel finished. There was a short silence before Ariel heard a kitten mewling, and then felt a rough tongue make its way across her head. Several drops of saliva dripped down Ariel's face, starting at her hairline, and ending at her chin. Instantly, the pycon wiped away the saliva in disgust. "And keep your kitten from licking people... sheesh, do you want to make a pycon melt? Have its death on your conscience?" Ariel asked, as she moved her hands from her chest to her hips. "Well, do you?" |