They weren't the only ones who had the unusual opportunity of looking at a...well, a hand. How else was one supposed to phrase that? After all, that's precisely what it looked like, though on any other given day hands didn't grow legs and walk around. He had actually been following around some of the paths in here for a while, but wasn't intent on making his presence known.<br/><br/>Until now that was anyway.<br/><br/>Unlike the reptilian hand beast that had been watching them, Mulberry had no real nefarious intent. Rather he was merely waiting for the correct opportunity to meet up with them.<br/><br/>Admittedly he had been a known inhabitant of the Krisnin forest for some time, considering that the group of fairies that he lived with was inside of large hives within trees. For that matter as soon as he started to gently flitter down from his lofty perch upon delicate wings, he figured that Levainlain would have recognized him.<br/><br/>Oh, he hadn't me the guardian in person before but he did at least assume that the other individual would have had knowledge of his species for relatively obvious reasons.<br/><br/>"Master Guardian!" In spite of Levainlain's protests about formal speech nothing had seemed to stop Mulberry from using his own in turn. Turning around for the moment, his voice would have seemed perfectly normal to him, but when speaking to members of other species it might very well have been perceived as rather high. This was perhaps a result of the size difference. Indeed, he spoke and looked something like a child.<br/><br/>Sighing for a bit he blinked his eyes, which in its own right seemed to be a very surreal motion because of the type of organism he was. "Master Guardian!" He repeated his manner of address, "Why is there this...hand creature blocking the way?"<br/><br/>His choice of words were unique considering that someone so empowered by flight would not have much need to concern himself with the fact that the way were, indeed, blocked. Regardless as a lore keeper he figured that some responsibility for the security of passage through this area rested upon his light shoulders as well, and that meant that he was going to be there as well should something have gone wrong.<br/><br/>His wings soon started to beat themselves in a certain rhythmic fashion so that he would be kept aloft in much the same manner as an insect would. The wings worked in some form of concert so that they might do so at a speed faster than that which would usually be perceived well by the eyes, thus giving him the appearance of remaining totally still in the air.<br/><br/>"Surely there must be some manner in which I might be able to aid your quest, Master Guardian!" This was soon met with a bit of giggling which would have seemed entirely inappropriate to anyone who wasn't a fairy, but to him the noise had actually sounded as though it were entirely necessary at this juncture.