Barrow Fields what do you see before you blink?

oho u little imp

caiaphas' approach was rebuffed by a cool response that left her lukewarm; she eyed her golden child, who suddenly, seemed a whole lot less golden and a whole lot more dirtied brass. straightening up with a disapproving firmness setting around her lips, caiaphas looked away as if mortally wounded by his sharp tongue --

and then she sprung for him, a snap of flashing teeth aimed for his insolent hide. wicked and grinning, the sylph pulled away just before her teeth caught even a wisp of hair, but even then she gave a hellish cackle, focusing her harpy gaze on him and daring him to try that again.

they fought for some time, until she was satisfied he was learning -- and then, once the lesson was firmly imparted, the two made for the grotto for well-earned rest.