Broken Boulder with a faery, hand in hand

He had spotted the ring and nervously ignored it at first. Pacing back and forth a good distant away, chewing on his lip. Bunyip awkwardly toddles back to the ring only to find someone else is there - dangerously close - at the ring.

No! Don't touch it. His no came out urgent but his voice had lowered into a soft whisper as he crept forward, closer to the ring across from the governor (who reminded him a lot of a fairy...perhaps he had made this ring). His tail swished between his ankles nervously as his nose hovered over one of the mushrooms.

You did this, didn't you? The tone wasn't rude, instead it was genuine and curious. Lively eyes looking up at the ragged male.