<span style="font-style: italic">Look. Listen. Then, look around.</span>It's one of Professor Irthos's favorite sayings, one Alyssa has heard countless times throughout her academic career. The old dragonborn touted it as the key to safe and effective observation during field research. Engrossed as she is in the little pixie's performance, however, Alyssa temporarily forgets the latter step, and very misses the giant wolf tail swinging towards her until the very last second. With nowhere to really dodge effectively, she manages turn herself so that a faceful of hair becomes a forceful slap on the back.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, mister wolf?<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>Not to be a bother, but<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>your tail is rather, ah...<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>... pushy?<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>There's nowhere else to stand, so<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>if it's not too much trouble...<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span>Mister wolf?<span style="font-style: italic">Miss</span>wolf?" she tries hopefully, unsure of the giant feral's sex.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*thwap*</span></span><br/><br/>No good, it seems. The giant wolf either can't hear her or doesn't care, and continues wagging its giant tail hard enough that she would be easily bowled over were it not for the other passengers keeping her in place. That is, until a shift in the crowds leaves her suddenly unsupported, and the next swing sends her stumbling into the railing by the wolf's companion. It takes a moment for Alyssa to regain her bearings. The first thing she realizes is the the pixie's voice has fallen silent- in fact, she seems to have vanished entirely.<span style="font-style: italic">Not because of me, I hope...</span>She steals a furtive glance around, wondering there the little creature and her device have flown off to-<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*sploosh*</span></span><br/><br/>She glances down, just in time to see a tiny piece of glinting metal tumbling towards the water, only to be caught by a tiny, sopping wet hand at the last second.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh. Oh dear.</span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Twilah wrote:</cite>In a superman like pose Twilah bolts from the water and flutters back up to the railing. Her entire little face bright red with anger as she quickly gazes around those scattered near by. Unsheathing her quarter of an inch dagger from her belt she swings it in the air in a typical peter pan like motion. “That’s it! Who did that? Show yourself so that I may smite thee with my mighty blade! Justice shall be done!” Wiggling her dagger in the air she makes her own slashing noises for it’s movements. “Admit it! Less you wish the murderous backlash of your conscience!” The pixie shouted at the top of her tiny lungs.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Well, I-" Alyssa starts, then hesitates, unsure of how exactly to handle an enraged pixie. Unsure, for that matter, if the little girl's current predicament is her doing, though it seems quite plausible. "I'm sure it was an accident. No one here meant you any harm..." She glances at the wolfman next to her, hoping for a bit of support.