Broken Boulder with a faery, hand in hand

mali thankfully does not rush to join his sister, nor does brilliance -- two of out three have inherited his good sense, at least. alarian rescues solomon from the odd circle (he forces himself to relax; really, it's mushrooms, not demons) and returns her. he murmurs a soft "thanks," reaching to nudge his nose against his cheek briefly before he turns to study the mushrooms. 

more important is his daughter's passing out -- delight makes a noise in alarm and reaches down, picking her up. she seems fine, just -- sleeping, or something. puppies fall asleep all the time. perfectly normal. no demons here. (even if the stranger with alarian is eyeing him as if he might be one). "i should get her back to the den," he says apologetically, muffled around her sleeping form, "have fun with your.. mushrooms?"

herding his children along, the singing-sunlight makes a hasty exit, eager to get out of the strange, mystical air of the circle.