Jaroslav stepped back some when she moved, and shook the scepter pretty roughly, the marble white stone began to swirl as the color faded like mist, in it was a little yellow fairy; she had dragon fly wings, two layers of solid orange bug eyes (one set on top of the other) and a tiny ballerina like form, only a pattern of white daisies covered her form now. She looked a little rattled from the shaking, but recovered from it as she opened her mouth to speak. Jaroslav 'shushed' her, but since he couldn't really make the sound, he just placed his finger to his lips and shook her roughly again. That, she was a little peeved at, so she opened her mouth again, but another rough shaking shut her up.<br/><br/>She huffed, accidentally letting out a little jingle, but she raised her hands and a yellow light began to form around their target; a little minx in a burrow. It wrapped around the sleeping girl to cushion any sense of movement, it was actually warm, for it was a ball of energy. The fairy raised her hands higher and the form, her energy wrapped around, raised with it. Jaroslav and the fairy shared a look, though his was of delight, and her's of confusion at the strange demon in front of her, but there eyes connected in a knowing like matter, so who cares about the technicalities.<br/><br/>The sleeping demon was cloaked as he began to saunter out of the forest, and out of this town. It took a fare share of walking and the sun was nearly up until they made it to his castle, it was fairly modest—hell, who was he kidding—it was extravagant! It wasn't huge, but it was large, and that's how he liked it. The fair in his scepter began to pant so he moved faster into the home, up a few stairs and down a few hallways, a twist around a corner, and he was at his destination. Now this room was really bare, it had a large bed, a dresser, another room holding the bathing quarters, but the sheets was a plain white and so was the walls.<br/><br/>The fairy sighed and lowered the girl, pretty roughly, onto the bed, she then turned to give Jaroslav a good tongue lashing, jingles and chimes flying with her tiny words. He just laughed and shook the scepter again, but this time the tiny fairy fell from it. The crystal ball now looked like cheep glass as he walked out of the room. The fairy wasn't done with her fit as she flew over to the sleeping demon, she sat on her chest; oh she had the nerve to tug on her hair! But she resisted as she began to brush at her own golden lochs.<br/><br/>(yes, yes, now it all falls into play)