Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

The sprite would not be shooed away so easily.

He did not receive the siren-song well, and shied away from it- as he well should, she knew. Still- something hungry awakened within her when she was dismissed with a growl, to see him turn away from her.

His footing was loose, the mark of a disoriented state. She sought to keep his world whirling as she danced around him, faster now- punctuated with the percussive snap of her teeth which she aimed loosely toward his ankles, still far enough away that even if he stumbled toward her, she would not graze him.