Steven
Tiny Vik
Witherlands Coastline

Tiny Vik gasped and covered his eye holes with his miniature hands, shaking his head.

"Fly!? Oh no no no, well actually I don't know, and I'm not looking forward to what happens when I try and find out I can't." A giggle, "I can move really fast, like a tunnel across Marin to wherever I want to go, although it's a little tricky to get the hang of." He reached up and rubbed the top of his head where he made the acquaintance of a large oak once.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Witherlands Coastline

Maren finally made a small smile at his animated movements, it seemed Tiny Vik was growing on her a little. She cocked her head slightly, thinking about his power. "Tiny Vik, can *You* Teach me to move fast like that?" She asked sweetly, clasping her hands together shakily.

 It would be so wonderful to run away from the Witherlands, nobody liked her and surely her father had sent someone looking for her sometime in the past two months. She was paranoid, ready to run away at any moment, and luckily she found herself small enough to hide in several places others may not have thought of.

She thought about food as she liked at the pot he had on the flame, looking up at him. Was there enough for two? Would he like scraps? Could she have them instead? Oh, food sounded magnificent.
Steven
Tiny Vik
Underneath the Sky

Tiny Vik sighed once again.

"I'm sorry, I can't teach anyone." Vik reached up to his golden mask. He extended his index fingers and, starting at the top, followed the outline of his mask until his fingers met at the chin.

"You see, little one, I can only do what I can because of this mask. If it weren't for it I'd be just like anyone else."