Whip stood straight, rubbed his chin and cocked a fine, dark eyebrow, “Anton, is it? Sounds very Eastern something to me! Russian? Czech? Oooooo, no…even better…Transssssylvannnnnian!”. The pixie raised his arms and flapped them like a bat, but then stopped after a few flaps and giggled at himself, “Jeepers, you’re no Transylvanian, cause most of them are vampires and they play in House Naur and this ain’t there!”.
“So, bet you’re wondering where I’m from, right?”, he asked, with a wink, “I’m from Ireland! Would you like to see a jig?!”. Not waiting for an answer, Whipper started into a very, fast very manic Irish jig, accompanied by himself humming and whistling the tune. “TA DA!”, he announced as he finished, “Youasked for it!”.
Suddenly, it seemed as it Whip was hit with an invisible bucket of water; he stopped acting silly for a moment and his eyes focused on Anton, “Nice to meet me? Really?”, his smile stretched from ear to ear, “That’s such an incredibly kind thing to say!”. His head tilted from side to side and he knit his brows, “Hmmmm, You know, Anton, it’s very nice to meet you too, but I wonder what you are?”, he hopped on the chair next to where Anton stood and he perched there; that is to say that he didn’t sit in the chair, but squatted on his feet in it. The pixie’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his new friend, “You are in House Arvandor, so that narrows things a bit, if I can remember what the University Orientation paperwork said; let’s see, you could be human, but I sense you are something more…and you’re not an angel because you have no wings…aaaaand you’re not a pixie because you don’t have pointed ears…”, he giggled and indicated his own ears, “…now, you could be a demigod, Olympus knows you are pretty enough…I know you’re not a Faerie, but maybe a Muse or ….OHHHH! Are you from another planet?!”.
After all of the wondering and supposing, Whip shrugged his shoulders and hopped down from the chair. “I don’t care if you’re a Banshee, Anton. I like you! Oooo! Are you a Banshee?”, He asked and then smacked himself in the head and giggled, “Begora, Banshees are only female! Of course you’re not a Banshee! From me own island and I asked such a fool question!”. Straightening, Whip tried for a serious expression, but ultimately failed, “I think the important thing we’ve established here is It’s nice to meet us, right?”. Feeling overcome with emotion for his shy new friend, Whipper spontaneously jumped forward to give Anton a big hug. Nothing sexual, just the sort of hug a little boy would give a parent or friend. “I just know we’re going to be friends, Anton!”, he gushed cheerily.