Marie
Elsire Vale bustles with life, the salt of ocean air permeating throughout the city as work and pleasure intermingle in the district of Beacon. And out at its eastern height, stands The Sky Pillar. Tall and proud on its starward seat. 
At its base stands a holy site, a great cathedral, from which the pillar bursts at its centre. Acting as both architectural reverence and strategic protection to The Sky Pillar.

From amongst the coming and goings of the common folk, the merchants, fisherman and whatever religious institution was laying claim to the Pillar, A tired young halfling traveller stumbles into the cathedral in hopes of respite and refuge. It has, after all, been quite the trek. Having come from Cretaine, they had travelled for weeks without encountering any form of civilisation. As much as Leofe enjoyed their isolation, they had missed the buzz of people. So they headed inwards as soon as they hit the city of Elsire Vale, to the most populated place they could find, and just bathed in the warmth of strangers.
They finally stopped in the centre of the cathedral, they let their eyes wander from the people, to the pillar, then to the architecture. As they wandered, they began to notice the creatures at the highest points, in the open arches. Some facing inwards, some outwards. The gargoyles.
Fascinating creatures, gargoyles. In most places where they appear, some are real and alive, while some not. Which would it be here? And which ones?
Thomas
Gar sat high above the traffic of Elsire Vale, nestled nicely behind the mighty pillar of the cathedral. He spent his time scanning for anything or anyone interesting when eventually the little gargoyle found the halflings gaze. It was not often that someone stopped to admire the architecture of this busy place and so the teensy beasty decided to reward it with a prank.

The moment Leofe's gaze left Gar he assumed a different pose, one way more foolish. Both his thumbs plugged his ears leaving the rest of his fingers out like two big fans. He stuck out his tongue and scrunched his face to make it as strange as possible and then... He froze, waiting there patiently and hoping that Leofe would notice.
Marie
Leofe glanced around and around, scanning every gargoyle carefully. Then startled with a laugh as they noticed one had finally changed its position. They chuckled and flitted their eyes away, allowing some time for Gar to change position again.
Thomas
When Leofe looks back he would notice that this time it was gone. Was Leofe going crazy!? Not quite... Instead the little creature was working his way down to anno- greet him in person.
Marie
They glanced about, searching for the scamp. Leofe finally found him, the little beasty was making his way slowly down a pillar just left of their annexe. They watched quietly, hoping not to spook the gargoyle, their aura warm and safe.
Thomas
The gargoyle lowered himself to a point where he was near head height to most passerbys. He stood on the edge and motioned Leofe over with a little clawed hand.
Marie
They wandered over to join him, moving out of the line of sight of the rest of the passers by so they might not disturb them. And tipped their wide brimmed hat to the gargoyle, with an introduction.
"Leofe Sheldrake, at your service, dear friend. And who might you be?"
Thomas
Perfect! Just as Leofe leaned over to tip their hat the gargoyle reached out to snatch it. Yoink! With the hat in his mouth he began to quickly scurry up the building snickering as he did so.
Marie
Leofe rolled their eyes and laughed as they ran alongside the Gar ass he scampered along the upper architecture. Leading round and round until they found a small alcove with a set of stairs. Leofe grinned mischievously and ran up them, disappearing into the darkness. Until, they suddenly appeared in front of Gar, on the edge of the upper ledge.
Thomas
The gargoyle smirks, still with hat in mouth as Leofe corners him on the ledge. He certainly wasn't expecting that! In a split second decision the teeny critter leaps off the edge of the building plummeting to his de- oh wait no! He has wings! He glides back down enjoying this game of keep-away!
Marie
Leofe's heart swoops as he waits until the last moment to open his wings. Then grins, a game then? Alright. They ran back down the stairs, following Gar from below. As they passed through the busiest parts of the Cathedral with the most eyes, they slowed to a walk, but their eyes never left the gargoyle. Once they were into another alcove, they followed again at a run, laughing as Gar swooped and weaved through the colonnades and up through ribbed vaulting.