pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion,
Pyr/Felicity/Ari Please don't let it be who I think it is, Pyr prayed, cringing. It was the first time he'd ever wanted to not meet Ari—but who else could it be? He would recognise her voice anywhere, and nobody else called him Melvin. He heard her begin to play, and looked up to see her holding her mandolin, and cursed his bad luck: she seemed to elude him when he wandered around the Theatre District in the evenings hoping to run into her, yet when he was dishevelled and fighting a losing battle against a giant bird, she appeared out of nowhere.
His brooding was cut short by the sudden warmth of Ari's particular brand of magicks settling over him. He stood up and moved to stand between the cockatrice and Ari. He had no illusions of being able to stop the creature if it decided to head for the bard (he may end up hitching another unlooked-for ride on cockatrice-back), but he didn't need to stop it. He only had to hold it up long enough for Felicity to subdue it.
"Hey, ugly!" His body felt lighter—now, he was definitely faster than the bird. He blew a raspberry at the cockatrice. "Give it up!"