Bjarte stepped out of the portal unto lands he had only heard about. It was quiet, but unlike the anxious paranoia of silence that flooded his ears when in Connlaoth. No, this place held something that the fake human sought for a short while. Peace, at least enough that he could let his glamour fade without being the fear of a hot iron ball being shot into his side. Still even in this neutral land, the sylph thought it safer to not reveal himself to prying eyes just yet. Calmly walking deeper into the nearby trees, letting the magic around him fade slowly. His somewhat short stature grew with each step, and the burly arms lost their thickness. With a shake of his head, Bjarte cast off the last of the glamour, letting his pale green hair run wild about his pointed face and his full yellow eyes pierce into the day. "Much better." He said to himself, a smile of relief as the illusion was dispelled.
With a stretch and a groan as the storm sylph both felt and heard as his joints popped with the action. A hazy step forward as he trusted his body to remember what it was born with. Bjarte kept walking like he was going up a steep set of stairs, his feet finding purchase where there was nothing but air. A feeling of elation swelled into his chest as he once again could look down upon the world below, a sight few of those mortals that would hunt him and his kin could ever see. Maybe if he had an enemy he would bless them with the view of the world above the clouds, just before letting them scream for the half sands of an hour glass as the wind floods their ears and the ground rushes towards them.
Bjarte blinked with how evil his current thoughts sounded, and as a his face became damp and cold as he raised himself through a cloud. No longer taking a step to raise himself, the sylph shifted the winds beneath him to let him lazily drift just above cloud level, enjoying the gift of silence. For a short time at least. Bjarte had kept his eyes open to watch the world below, but in that expanse of clear blue sky, a shape that was not a cloud stood out sorely. "Should I flee?" Bjarte wondered to himself for a moment, giving up on that thought. If there was another being up here, then chances are that it was not human, and then why should he fear them?
A slipstream rushed the sylph forward, coming close enough upon the other being to be within speaking distance. What was she? Another spirit of wind in these expanse skies? "Good day, lady of the skies." He opened in greeting, giving what he believed was a modest bow. Was that too simple he wondered, having never met another fae creature before even in his long three decades among the humans. "I pardon the intrusion, but I must ask if there is some ritual or greeting that is normal for our kind. Humans have so many of their intricate customs that I have found it difficult to blend in with any of their noble folk."
