In and out, up and down, this way and that, the ball of light zipped to and fro, a hard sight to miss in the relative darkness. At one point, he did dart back into the alcove, and noticed some things there, but he was disgusted by them; his fickle nature would not accept such rough and dirty materials. Besides, it felt better to just fly around, freely, skyclad, as some called it.<br/><br/>Ziiiiip! The ball of light goes shooting through the air towards the human woman who was magically inclined; the first to speak. With an apparent nervous energy that was probably pretty typical of their kind, the Fae practically 'ran' circles around her, this way and that. "Hi, hi, hello! Who are you? Where is this? Can you feel the atmosphere? It's all wrong," He jabbered at her in a voice that was reminiscent of songbird's chirping. "Trix trax! Nothing works. Just enough to stay alive," He continued to comment, apparently distraught.<br/><br/>Apparently liking the one who was willing to speak first, the Faerie would attempt to sit on her  left shoulder. Yes, completely butt naked, but he was also very clean.  He weighed only around eight pounds, and little glittery bits of wing-dust would occasionally flake off of his wings, and wind up getting on her.