Fairspell Meadow People aren’t very welcoming

just a cameo post so feel free to skip me. ♥

scarab had been close to the borders — having hidden his petrified sandpiper in it's hiding hole for the day — when the sound of running footfalls had caught his attention. though scarab's golden filigree coat does little to camouflage him amidst the grasses there is taller grass that has begun to brown in the throes of autumn and he lowers himself within them as he stalks the girls that has barged into the meadow with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, lapis lazuli gaze flicking to and then following maegi as the nona moves to intercept her.

scarab doesn't doubt that maegi has the situation well under control — the girl cowering before maegi with tail tucked and stuttering words does not appear as any sort of threat — but scarab finds that he's becoming protective of the nona all the same. he straightens up, no longer concerned with masking his looming presence. a curl of his lips is given: a non-verbal message that he was watching and ready to strike at the first sign of aggression — for fear was not a far cry from aggression after all, he knows. it triggers the same fight or flight instincts and scarab remains a golden ghost in the distance but nevertheless alert.

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