[u]Fritz[/u]

[b]"Well,"[/b] a familiar voice called out indignantly, [b]"That's just hurtful. Really Fritz, after all we've been through?"[/b]

Aergar Wald, thought Fritz to himself. The imp had been his greeting to this world, and it seemed that he wasn’t going to be as rid of him as he had assumed. A few moments later he was poking at Kirin, asking who she was and causing Fritz to blush somewhat as he asked if she was his girlfriend. Before he could say or do anything he had cartwheeled away, but not before dropping that he knew what Fritz was – human. Fritz remembered what Ada had told him about being human in this place, and so he began to worry somewhat. Just how dangerous was this Aergar Wald, he wondered – or was he as mostly harmless as he appeared to be. 

Suddenly Kirin spoke, bringing his thoughts back to her, asking about who the mischievous imp was. He watched Aergar from across the camp for a few moments before he nodded and replied “Yes that’s him - Aergar Wald, lord of the trees and the vines and the flowers, the boars and the bears and the little marching ants. Or at least that’s what he said, though he also claimed to be a god so I’m not so sure at the moment.” 

Fritz smirked as he remembered their meeting and how it had all gone, deciding not to elaborate further as he watched the imp began to play the violin before drawing further attention to himself and adding to the lively atmosphere. Fritz decided he should enjoy himself somewhat, after all he was in a strange and exciting place surrounded by strange and exciting people, he also wanted to learn more about Kirin and made a note to ask her more about herself as soon as he could in the evening. 

Making his way to Ada he saw that she was in conversation with another gypsie and decided it could wait. He turned instead to Duplo, the strange dainty rabbit headed woman who was now watching Aergar with what he assumed must be interest or suspicion – it was hard to tell after all with the mask. 

“Hey Duplo” he blurted out somewhat awkwardly “I was just wondering… I mean if you didn’t mind me asking that is, how was it that you met Ada? I mean I’m just curious and I thought since we are going to be travelling together and all, why is it you’re traveling with her?” 

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but his curiosity of course was getting the better of him as it often did. He resisted the urge to ask outright about the mask, though his stares may as well have done that for him. 

[u]Fimion[/u]

 He watched her face closely as she examined his features, her eyes searching his face as he could see her search her memories, he did nothing but smile softly as she did so, waiting to see if she recognised him at all. After a few moments he saw a flicker of recognition in her dark almost feline eyes and he grinned wider still before he slowly nodded. 

“Not so small anymore am I?” he asked her jokingly, but before he could continue the mischievous forest imp who frequented their camp on occasion, his name eluded Fimon, approached before bowing and speaking with Ada. 

[b]"Ah what a lovely evening. Although I didn't expect you to turn up here, Lady Lovelace."[/b]

‘Lady Lovelace’ he thought to himself, [i]‘Is that her name?’[/i] he wondered, curious about how they may know each other. He glanced around the group of her companions curiously, of course there was Willow, but he already knew her. There was a short way away a young odd looking boy, very odd looking indeed he decided staring at the strange glass and wire things he was wearing on his face – he was being followed by a young fae girl, who other than looking a little worse for wear was the most normal looking amongst them. The boy was talking to the rabbit headed woman who had come to the camp first, not that he had paid any attention then – though he would have if he’d of known who was to follow. 

[i]‘Strange’[/i], he thought to himself turning his eyes back to Wildflower fondly. The last thing he was going to do was question her at this point or demand her attention. So with little more than a nod of recognition to the imp he waited, hoping that she would not be as infatuated with him as the other girls generally were – though for once this would be a time when he would fight for a woman’s attention if he needed to.