The Sunspire Look at last on meadows green

He was kind of afraid at what he'd find in Elysium.  He was certain it would turn out to be a bad idea somehow or other.  Maybe they'd try to capture him since they'd been so lax and let him escape in the first place -- it did feel an awful lot like a prison to him, after all.  He just wished that he had better news to deliver -- a solution would have been great, but maybe next time things would line up nicely.

For a brief moment he thought it was uh.  Actually, what was her name again?  That stupid girl that was one of the witches' children.  He honestly hadn't paid attention to the fact that Olive's two pups had wandered off into the great unknown, but Mal had decided to just ignore whoever that was anyway, so hadn't given them more than a peripheral glance.  And wow, this chick talked worse than some of the dumb pups.  Blink.  Like how was that even possible?  At least it wasn't one of them.  Minding my own business, he said, with perfectly clear enunciation that was probably slightly over-emphasized because he was totally smarter than her just by default if she talked like that.  Either way, he had no real desire to deal with that one girl's fatter, darker clone so he ignored her first question and didn't really pause more than a second.  Classy boy, wasn't he?