Delicious, delicious berries. The Faerie dreamed of the offerings that had been made to him. Blackberries, blueberries, boiled cereal grains turned into delightful mush that was sweetened and flavored by said berries.  Tasty offerings that kept the Faerie sated and benevolent towards the village he had decided to chill out around for a couple dozen years.  Silly humans! But, they were kind of cool humans, too. Yes. Definitely. Delicious, delicious berries.<br/><br/>The Fae awoke. Dread instantly sank in. There was no smell of incense in the air. He was not laying in the shrine that he had claimed as his dwelling. Even worse, there did not seem to be any sort of delicious berries anywhere close to him! This was no good. Awakening fully, the Fae darted up into the air, his little wings fluttering almost faster than the eye could see, leaving behind an ethereal trail of lights that were typically not found in nature.<br/><br/>Zip! Zip! Fly! Flutter! This way, and that way, the little bugger darted around the area outside the little cubby-like hole he had been so unceremoniously placed in. The tall Fae was fast, and always seemed to leave behind a short-lived after-image of his garish, almost glowing, wings.