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"Okay, right." You stammer. Shit! There's something alive in there? Trapped? You silently curse Farley as you shake your wrist free of Orin's grip and tear the masking tape away from the lid.
Orin watches intently as you unscrew the top of the jar. You lean back, expecting the gas to start seeping out, but it just lies there, inert. Orin leans forward, tense as you remove the lid entirely.
Is it just your imagination or is the jar getting hotter?
"It's just sitting there." You say, peering inside out of curiosity. The gas swirls, but doesn't breach the rim of the jar.
"Murr~" Orin makes a little noise, and suddenly the gas rockets out of the jar like a bouncy ball. You jerk your head back to avoid being hit, the now cohesive and solid lump of blue rebounding off the ceiling, leaving you feeling as if your eyebrows have been singed.
Orin snatches it out of the air before it tries to hit you in the face a second time. She starts purring.
"Back home now." Orin says out loud.
As she holds it, arm outstretched, the ball of gas slowly takes a shape. You blink. For a moment it looks like a skull wreathed in blue fire, but the illusion passes, leaving a miniature, transparent girl in Orin's hand. She's entirely blue and white, a shifting ghostly monotone. Tiny, ragged wings flutter on her back, and a gently glowing halo hovers above her head.
She puts her tiny hands on her tiny hips, and proceeds to scowl at you.
"Different human." Orin says, sitting down cross-legged and placing the ghost fairy in her lap. "Good human."
"What is-" You start, but the tiny fairy shakes her fist at you.
"Not what." Orin says. "Who."
"Oh, uh." You try again. "Who is that?"
"This is Zofi." Orin purrs. "Say hello, Zofi."
The fairy crosses her arms and looks pointedly away from you. Orin grins and gently strokes the fairy's hair.
"Zofi ... zombie fairy?" You venture.
"Mmmm." Orin purrs as Zofi hovers up to her shoulder. "There are many, so many I forget. This one has a self."
Zofi smiles happily at Orin's words, sitting down on her shoulder.
"Good to be back?" Orin asks. Zofi nods, swinging her legs.
Zofi can't be any taller than your shin, she's like a moving porcelain doll, including the slightly patched, ghostly dress. She notices you staring at her in fascination, and she frowns, looking away again.
Orin grins, patting the fairy on the head with much more tenderness than she displayed with you.
"Well." You try to compose yourself after that, but the question on your lips keeps getting crowded out by new ones. You'll remember to ask Orin later, your curiosity right now is too great.
[ ] Ask why Farley would have stolen a fairy.
[ ] Try apologising to Zofi. She's obviously upset.
[ ] TINY FAIRY SO CUTE
[ ] Ask if they want some alone time or something, you don't really understand the dynamic here.