At the place where Fiil'eis had crashed, the word "Owie" could be heard, repeated painfully from beneath some sort of miniature bucket. The bucket flips, and in a green-hued gust of wind, a tiny Fairy flutters up to Dormeria's side without the slightest moment of hesitation. Humming to herself pleasantly, she flies in a lazy circle around the gorgon's head before casually setting a bag on her serpentine hairdo. While she's forced to adjust it a bit to balance perfectly on her partner's head, she is quickly satisfied by her skillful placement and wastes no time descending to hang upside-down before the Sage and give her report-

"Yo~! Dormy! I'm back from the delivery, everything went all smooth-like 'n stuff, it went just like you said it would!" With every word, the Faerie seems to lose even more control over her fluttering, eventually being forced to enter a gentle spin to match the flight of her restless wings and keep herself level. As silly a sight she may have been, smiling like an idiot and slowly spinning right in front of a monstrous Gorgon's petrifying gaze, but her tone seemed to suggest a relaxed kinship that couldn't be understood by a casual observer. "Anyways, I was wondering...who's that? You know, the big-weird looking armoury guy that I'm pointing at with my foot, see?" She shakes her foot for emphasis, entering an especially dramatic set of twirls as she attempts to keep her foot pointing in the general direction of their guest. Continuing, she complains in a conspiratory whisper-

"He's been sending wierd vibrations through me this whole time, it feels kinda nice, but it's creepy how he's doing it. He [i]is[/i] one of your guests, yeah?"