"Erm," Gerard said, and then coughed. "Sorry about the, ah, nose thing. I... don't suppose you've seen a fellow wander by in flip flops?" The gargoyle ignored him completely, which was maybe for the best. Gerard appeared to only be several inches high at the moment, and he didn't exactly fancy being swatted by a giant stone paw. On the bright side, though, there didn't seem to be any crazy bloodthirsty cult members clawing at his feet any longer. Even better, he had motherfucking wings, and also, clothes.
Alright, so the clothes were made of flower petals and spider silk or something, but Gerard wasn't really picky at the moment. His junk wasn't dangling out in front of the crazy gargoyle dude, that was good enough for him. Plus, petals were pretty comfortable, as it turned out. Gerard peered down at himself bemusedly. Wisteria, maybe? Or maybe it was iris petals. Something bluish purple, anyway. Fuck, Spencer would have known.
Anyway, Jon had to be here somewhere. It was kind of odd, Gerard thought he'd heard Jon grumbling about his feet a second ago, but there was no sign of him now. He darted a bit higher in the air, looking around, but it was all random nymphs and gargoyles and... and, okay, that merman flopping around on the grass looked a lot like William Beckett.
"Bill?" Gerard squeaked, fluttering closer, eyes huge. "Holy shit, man, are you okay? Can you breathe?" Gerard didn't think his tiny pixie arms were going to be much good rolling William towards the stream and his fucking wand was MIA, but maybe he could convince that gargoyle to re-direct the water or something.