Illusory bundles of sable and mink may have looked mighty cozy, but they proved no help against the reality of Mother Nature. Fiero shivered just the same, though his hands clung desperately to his falsely conjured furs. Placebo effect did not work well against cold. The fairy, undercover and dressed nicely as always, sneezed as another chilly breeze pushed past layers of magic and directly hit his naked carapace. Passing a few shops and feeling the hearths' heat radiating from inside, he gazed at their doors thoughtfully, but continued past.
There was a reason he had traveled from the forest after all! A great purpose had been given to him by the humans: He was to partake in the Solstice! Sure Fiero had kind of volunteered himself, but what would anyone expect of the Four-Trees ambassador? The event had "festival" in its name. It would be the perfect chance to study the Verdans. And maybe, just maybe, a shot at gaining their favor!
Plus, it kept Fiero from having to go home, at least for a little longer.
The glamoured fairy continued to walk over the snow, so light his boots didn't sink through. For some reason, a few townsfolk seemed to make a point of keeping distance from one side of the street. That struck Fiero as odd, and he slowed his walk.
The young human was scattering snow and dirt around with his hands in a panic. His eyes were wet with the beginning of tears, his motions erratic and obviously in peril. Yet nobody helped him. Fiero looked left and right, a frown crossing his face before he began to approach the beggar. Certainly this was a fluke. Humans were supposed to help right? Yet nobody went to help the beggar.
Therefore, maybe... maybe this is up to me! Should I assist? Yeah, yeah I should right? Of course!
Which is how Fiero found himself crouched next to the man, looking in the snow for something that the man might be looking for. It hadn't even occurred to Fiero to ask. This was clearly what he was supposed to do... right?
