Fairie Catching

[Winters-Feather]

Wisp nodded, causing some locals who were watching to gawk.
Cats, they were pretty certain, do not nod.
Was this guy a powerful mage?
The fairy ignored them, however,  and followed Mikhail.
As he bargained with a man for space to sleep, she invited herself into his home.
She immediately began to explore the kitchen, staring with some wonder at the fire place.
Where was the smoke going to , and why was there a cage in front of it?

But she knew fire's- what she didn't know was everything else. The oven, the counter tops, the utensils...And then there was the room connected to the kitchen. And the room connected to it was even more interesting. Tables and walls lined with all sorts of interesting things and gadgets. A bed lied in the corner. Wisp the cat mewed and pounced onto the bed, surprised; it wasn't like the sleeping bags travelers had, but soft and a little bouncy.
Her tail flicked in anticipation; this was going to be fun.

 Her mind was full of questions, now, though she couldn't ask them in this form.
This rather frustrated her; she wanted to know so much!
Like what he wanted to do here, what that thing was called, and why was that fire caged?
And the rest of the village promised to hold all sorts of  new and wondrous sites for her.
She mewed, jumping off the bed and strolling towards her companion, impatiently.
Maybe he would pick up the hint and explain things.

[Anonymous]

Mikhail waited a few days with the little fairy, trying to remember what he knew of fae. He wished he had his father's library at his disposal. Find some way to trap the little brat and get her blood. For now, he had to try and use sweet words.

They had left the village behind and Mikhail was keeping them on the path headed to the desert.  "Wisp, would you like to help me out? Do me a small favor?"

[Winters-Feather]

It had been a wondrous several days. Wisp learned many, many things about villages, and picked up some new words. She was rather weary, however, from holding the guise of a kitten for so long.  So instead of happily fluttering about around her companion, she instead stretched out on her Cloud, which drifted smoothly next to him. She was glad to be reunited with it once more; she had missed it so, the past few days. Ah, the adventures she had!

She kicked her feet in the air, playfully, as she observed the road ahead. The environment was losing its forest feel...The ground was more gravel , fine, and stone like. Dry. She frowned. Dry places didn't bode well for Cloud Fairies. They could survive, but the heat could potentially hurt her Cloud, and that would hurt her, too.

So when Mikhail spoke up, he offered a nice distraction. A favor?
The fairy didn't respond, at first. She sat up, stretched, and then fluttered to the top of his face. Her feet rested in his hair as she bend over, her wings beating, keeping her balanced as her face resided an inch or two away  from his good eye.
"What type of favor?" she asked, full of interest.
She was tired, but she wouldn't turn down ever a fun challenge, which she was sure this was going to be.

[Anonymous]

"You are a very important and magical being right?" Mikhail figured flattery was a good way to start this off. He smiled at her, though his smile was more creepy than anything else. But he hoped the dimwitted fae didn't notice.

"And I was hoping you would let me borrow some of that power. What do you say Wisp?"

[Winters-Feather]

Wisp, falling for the flattery, nodded at his first question, pleased.
"Wisp is a Cloud Daughter," she said, proudly, as if that answered his question.  As if to support that argument, she flew back towards her Cloud, snuggling against it. She wanted a nap- she would be refreshed,  then, but then her Cloud probably wouldn't follow Mikhail and they would get lost.  She smiled lazily back at his creepy grin, taking it as a gesture of gentleness, for  she had yet to meet  someone who did something malicious with such a smile.

However, his neck question troubled her.
Share her power?

It was one of those rare times when the fairy was uneasy.  Sharing power was a universal serious business amongst these fae. She didn't quite understand it fully, herself. All she knew was that she could do quite a few tricks, and she would exist or use her magic as properly without her Cloud.  Her Cloud was important to her.
She also was ignorant of the ways of how to share it.
Plus, the idea was making her feel uncomfortable, for sharing her power (though she did not know it, entirely) would mean sharing a bit of herself, like taking a bit of her soul away. Those words made her feel uneasy and gave her the odd thought of running away.

However, she was not about to admit defeat. She was mischievous, after all. And besides, might as well pull a prank to keep things entertaining.
"Mhm, I suppose I could," she said, nodding as if she meant it, now suddenly much awake.
"Though, why do you want them?" she questioned innocently in her bell like voice.
Let him think I know how, she thought, gleefully.

[Anonymous]

"Wonderful." Stupid, vain creature. Mikhail kept the smile on his face, his hand sliding to one of the many pockets he had, pulling out a delicate needle and syringe, "It's so easy, for one so beautiful and brave as you. Just a bit of your blood pretty lady."

[Winters-Feather]

Wisp frowned at his request.
"Blood?" she asked, curiously.
Whatever did he need blood for?
He asked for power, not blood. What did that odd stuff have to do with it.
She gave a small grin.
Silly man. Her blood didn't contain her powers, she was certain.
It's all part of my trick.

"Maybe that would work," she said encouragingly, in her voice like bells.
She watched as his hands went into his pocket, and shuddering as she saw the needle.
It was pointy; pointy things that went into people were bad news. One wrong move with that, and she could potentially die.
For the first time, she was a little scared of her companion. Not scared enough to flee, however. She trusted Mikhail enough to not kill her but the needle was making her uneasy.
"Mikhail," she started to suggest, her fearful eyes watching the needle, "Might it be better if I transform into a cat? Or is this...alright?"

[Anonymous]

"Ah, sush pretty brave fae. This will be nothing to one as magnificent as you needs to fear." He smiled, trying to keep his voice soft and soothing, "It will hardly hurt at all." Stupid creature, so easily tricked and manipulated.

"It will be better with you in your true form." He held out his hand, "Come here and I'll just take a little. You'll only feel a small prick."

[Winters-Feather]

Wisp drew back a little, and flinched at the word 'prick'.
She clung to her Cloud, as if  for her life. Fear overcame her, though she did not know what the emotion was. How could she? She did not know the meaning of it until now.
It sounded...dangerous.
And yet...And yet his voice was like honey.
However, the doubt was planted firmly into her mind, now, and though the flattery was always welcomed, the seed was there.

Her Cloud steered just a little bit more backwards as she looked down at her body, thinking.
Remember the prank; it'd give him nothing, she reasoned, Imagine his expression!
She slowly fluttered towards Mikhail, her arms outstretched.
"Alright," she said, "But just a little."

[Anonymous]

"Perfect." Mikhail smiled again, taking her small arm in one hand, placing the needle against her flesh. Stupid thing, so easy to manipulate. Once he had the blood, he wouldn't have as much use for her. Though if she stayed useful, he could keep her around.

The needle slid in, and for all he didn't care about Wisp, Mikhail knew his way around needles and there wasn't much pain. Making soft, soothing noises, he drew out her blood, slowly filling the vial.

[Winters-Feather]

Wisp inhaled sharply as Mikhail grasped hold of her arm. She was so tiny compared to he, and she knew that even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to escape. She was too weak, in this form.  For some reason, she was aware of all this, for her flight nature was kicking in. She gasped in pain as the needle sank into her skin, watching as the vial filled with her silvery blood. However, Mikhail's soft, calming voice calmed her down, and her heart beat slowed down.

Wisp skin was as fair as snow, but the rosy quality of her body was gone, now.
A fairy's body could only contain so much blood; had he taken much more, she could have potentially died. However, the effect made her rather sleepy and a bit hungry. Wisp tried to move her wings, and they fluttered slightly.  However, it was taking too much energy to move them too much, so she grasped hold to Mikhail's hand, which was still grasping her arm.
"Are...you done?" she asked, sleepily, looking at the full vial.
She pounted, like a child would.
"It's uncomfortable," she stated, " And I want to be my Cloud, now. I'm tired."
However, in her head, she couldn't help but be a little smug.
MIkhail clearly thought her power was within her blood and not in an outside source.
And what did he need her silly blood for, though it was rather pretty?
Humans are queer she thought, drowsily.

[Anonymous]

"Yes, little one." Mikhail cleaned the needle up, letting go of the fairy. He examined the vial, making a pleased sound. Perfect, he would have to get this home soon. It slid into one of the pouches and he smiled, "Go to your cloud. Rest up. You were very helpful."

[Winters-Feather]

OOC: She won't wake up for another few hours, unless he tries to do something to the Cloud, just so you know xD

"Mmmm," Wisp  agreed.
She felt too weak to flutter towards her Cloud; instead, she clung to Mikhail's hand with her right arm as she gracefully outstretched her left to embrace her Cloud. The transformation was somewhat slower than it usually was. Each part of her slowly merged as it touched the odd being, until there was no more fay, just a small Cloud. The Cloud was always 'awake'. However, even though Wisp was merged with it, she was already sound asleep.

The Cloud, unlike the fairy, kept a healthy two paces away from the man, patiently bobbing up and down. It was eerily quiet, and simply waited to continue onwards.

[Anonymous]

Mikhail ignored the Cloud, not really caring anymore. He had his blood and now it was going to be a test to see if keeping the little fae around was useful. She was handy, but so hard to control, with her flighty nature.

When she could actually focus, it was nice having something so sweet and wholesome around. Made people less nervous about him, and she could be handy in finding some of the creatures he hunted. So he wouldn't leave her just yet.

He liked the Cloud though. It seemed to have more brains than the little fairy did. It didn't like Mikhail much.

((OOC: We need to figure out what we're gonna do with these two next xD))

[Winters-Feather]

((OOC: we can skip to when he starts examining the blood or move on to when he tries to use her to attract more ppl. :3 ))

The Cloud shivered, as if the fairy inside had sneezed, and perhaps she had. Keeping a healthy few paces away from the man, the Cloud followed him slowly, but with a quiet, pleasant energy. Being a cloud, it made the air around Mikhail lightly misty, which only gave him a more mysterious, if not intimidating effect. If the Cloud could worry, it was somewhat now, for it could feel the drain of energy from the fairy, which drained some of it's energy. For part of it's job was to protect Wisp, and how could it do that with this man around?  If the Cloud had no fairy, it would humbly leave the scene and float amongst it's relatives, but it could not, so he followed the man the fairy was - for now- loyal to.

[Anonymous]

((OOC: Oh, he wont really examine it xD It'll just end up back at his fathers))

They were almost out of Serendipity now. He would have liked to be moving a little faster, but horses and him had never gotten along well. The small village they were in was rather dull, though one girl had him interested. She looked to be about 7 or 8 years old, and was apparently a gift from the forest.

She was defiantly not human, looking like some sort of snake/dryad cross. And Mikhail wanted her blood. And like most children, she was wary of Mikhail, "Pretty fae. Those children over there seem lonely. Would you like to play with them?"

[Winters-Feather]

As the days went on, Mist's health improved. At first, her Cloud was Mikhail's silent companion, but by the second day she had reemerged. She was as hyper and curious as ever, particularly by their new environment. It was as if nothing had changed, except for two things. She felt a little superior to this man, now that her trick of sorts had successfully played out (or so she thought), and there was a faint mark on her arm where the needle had ever so lightly penetrated her. A minuscule gray dot, barely visible, but it was there.

This day was a fine, splendid one. She couldn't stop asking the man questions.
Where did the blood go? Could she see it? What does he use it for? Where were they?

The two were in a new village now, on the borders of Serendipity. Mikhail didn't seem to like it, but Mist loved it. It was a bit like the last one, only bigger, and she loved having the ability of knowing things. And knowing more things meant playing better pranks. She giggled delightfully as she zoomed out of the baker's place, littering flour as she went. The baker, a somewhat blind man, had thought she had been a bug (when in reality she had only been examining the shop) and had tried to kill her with his rolling bin. The next two minutes became a wild goose chase inside the shop, until Wisp got bored and laughed, startling the man even more.

She found her companion fairly quickly, who seemed to be observing someone. She landed on his shoulder, dusting the remanding flour off of her naked body and wings.
She glowed at the compliment,  her eyes shining as she observed the child.
"ooooh!" she exclaimed.
She didn't care if the child was lonely or not- she looked interesting and the fairy had never seen a creature like that before.

Giggling in her voice like bells, she dived for the child's right arm, feeling her skin.
She didn't look human. In fact, she looked kinda silly. She gave an awe filled smile as she observed the kid's face and flew up to her hair.
The child, in turn, was startled. She screamed and shook her head, causing Wisp to do several somersaults before gaining balance again.

"Ow," Wisp moaned, rubbing her head, frowning, "That's not very nice."
The girl's eyes widened as the pride-hurt fairy blew a raspberry at her.
The girl apologized, and soon, the two were talking, with Wisp inspecting her face and, just as she had to Mikhail, flew up into her hair, laying on it.
However, Wisp was quickly growing bored.
This girl looked interesting, though she did plenty of normal human girl stuff. Nothing at all new or terribly exciting. Why did Mikhail want her to 'play' with her, again?

Wisp gave a frustrated sigh as the girl was talking about something or another. She would have played another prank, but she had just did one, and wasn't up for another one so soon. Why did Mikhail want her to play, again?