Something was Out of the Norm, Maine thought, breaking away from what he Saw when the animals suddenly stopped making their noise. Everyone in the woods knows that when it's silent, something deadly is afoot. In this case, the fire elemental wasn't technically afoot, but it was burning it's way through the forest, straight toward, of all people, loony Maine himself. But fire of this sort held no interest to him, and he turned away from it after a moment that spanned perhaps three seconds. It was not that interesting, and he returned to his mutterings, "Why do the sheep have to jump the fence, there no grass on the other side? No sense, no sense, oh, but the harvest this year, too bad..."
But there was a louder noise, a human voice! Why? Mainer didn't want to go back to the humans! He didn't want to be locked up again and have people talk about him like he didn't understand and tell him to shut up and beat him if he kept talking and it wasn't fair! He wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just being in the forest being insane! No one was here but the animals and they didn't mind. The man stopped in front of him, and Maine ignored the fire elemental because he had bigger problems. This man had to go away. Maine spoke up to tell him so, oddly focused.
"Away!" he cried loudly, a fair amount of fear in his eyes, that he would be taken back, "You can't make me, not even with the sparkle! I'll go out before I go! Leave not even a flicker for you! So off and away—" Of course, so focused on making him leave, Maine was, that he didn't notice what Zephaniah was saying, nor did he notice the fire. he was always Seeing things burning, and so he didn't think that it was Out of the Norm, not like Zephaniah was. Even the column of fire didn't interest Maine, though it, indeed, should have. Quite a bit.