A yordle ran around the room, sparks of electricity following his trail. He darted from one place to the other, trying his best to hide from any other living creatures. His main focus was on the maven of the strings, though...
Wiz, what are you doing??? A pixie flew up next to him, looking at him with curiosity. The yordle slightly jerks his head before noticing it was his pixie companion talking to him. He didn't speak to it, and his eyes were still focused on Sona. He was already a few human steps away from her, though he still tried his best to hide himself from her sight.
Why do I feel... So intimidated...