[When Gina says the word stuck, something changes in the air—a sudden stillness and silence that makes Ferran's ears ring. He looks up from his brooding to the air, then to her, to see if she's noticed.
The fae's sourceless voice is very quiet, but unmistakeable:]
I have to get home. [It continues, the edges of the sound starting to screech like nails on a chalkboard.] I can't stay like this.
[Ferran's face falls with dread. He knows that feeling, still almost as deeply as the months when he was still in that form—he would have done almost anything to stop being that creature. His arms tense around his bow and arrow, moving sideways towards Gina as he searches for the fairy again. He calls out:]
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The fae's sourceless voice is very quiet, but unmistakeable:]
I have to get home. [It continues, the edges of the sound starting to screech like nails on a chalkboard.] I can't stay like this.
[Ferran's face falls with dread. He knows that feeling, still almost as deeply as the months when he was still in that form—he would have done almost anything to stop being that creature. His arms tense around his bow and arrow, moving sideways towards Gina as he searches for the fairy again. He calls out:]
Then stop running.