Alarm! So many people now. This was getting a bit too much for the little Fae. Especially since he could not find a single other of his kin amongst this group. That was a little saddening. Another Faerie would make this less scary. He unconsciously tried to turn himself invisible, to hide, but with their magic still severed, nothing happens, of course.<br/><br/>"Cousin bug, nnnnnooooope!" He proclaims, apparently denying that he was either a cousin to the only other male that decided it was cool to leave everything dangling and exposed, or a bug, as the newest lady, who smelt of magic, had commented. "La'Cael'Rah is a Faerie. Silly flower, you should know these things!" He sounds excited, but not particularly upset, which is probably a good thing. Although there's nothing he can do now, upset Faeries are, in general, never a pleasant experience.<br/><br/>The rogue apparently did not acknowledge his humming bird like speech, so he just sort of twirled around in the air, before darting off and around again. He settles on Thunderhooves shoulder, this time around, or at least would attempt to. He doesn't ask for any sort of permission or anything, he just kind of goes and tries to sit on the darkly-skinned man's shoulder. "I can make food," He chirps. "They have no berries, though. But I see flour and water, and that makes hardtack. Which is disgusting! And beans and rice go good together, humans say. Also disgusting! No sweets. How can there not be any fruit?"