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[quaint_spirit]

Imprison'd I was, but no longer;
A spirit now free from shackles.
I bid thee good morrow,
And fade flighty into the air.

*exit, humming a haunting refrain*

Ariel, from The Tempest.

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[legitimate_son]

*stares and reaches a hand toward Ariel*

What art thou?

[quaint_spirit]

*flits out of reach*

A sprite, good sir; a creature of the elements.

[whereforebase]

Thou art grossly mistaken.

We are all imprisoned.

[quaint_spirit]

That is the human condition, not mine.

[whereforebase]

*little half-smile* Then thou dost walk among the lucky and the dead.

[quaint_spirit]

*softly* I too have known captivity, sir.

[wonderfulboy]

*looks at him curiously* Are you a fairy? How'd you get so big?

[quaint_spirit]

*amused* No kind of fae am I.

[wonderfulboy]

Then what are you, huh?

[quaint_spirit]

What be you, little master?

[roadkill_god]

*flies in and transforms, looking at Ariel quizzically*

Mun: *clings to your leg* omgomg we have an Ariel omgomg... :D* *oh, and icon love <3!*

[quaint_spirit]

A pretty trick indeed.. art thou a spirit also?

[roadkill_god]

*watches Ariel* ...I am a god.