[ Wings. Though the Hero King does not, at first, hear the faint flutter of sound, he perceives the mana of the additional presence in the flowerfield, the gleam of his golden eyes turned toward where forest foliage gives way to the meadow. It rather seems the perfect place from which to covertly observe from afar, or so Sion thinks, and he is proved not to be wrong when he catches sight of a fairy, garbed in flowers and in leaves, hovering about and peeking through the tall blades of grass.

Truly, this is a gentle place. Aigis is full of cheer, Tieria looks to be at ease, and Sion... ]

Perhaps if we express interest in meeting them, they will come to extend a merry greeting? [ —if his voice carries just a touch louder than the norm, it is deliberate, because it is not only his pair of comrades who he is speaking to. ] We are friends, after all, and we've many stories to share and tell.

[ What's more, he'd not be surprised if the fairies were intrigued by their mana signatures, as new as Heroes are to this realm. ]

Why, would you not enjoy speaking with a fairy, Miss Aigis? And you as well, Tieria...?

[ As for collecting dust, they simply need not to inhale the residue, is that not so? ]