[IC] Chapter 2-3: Safe Haven

[Toot]

The tiny elf exhales slowly, apparently considering how to answer Portho when Toot's improving Common chimes in. It is now Myshnue's turn to roll his eyes. Then he answers, slowly and articulately to ensure that nobody gets a hypertension in the brains.

"I. Am. An. Elven. Fairy. Not a dryad, okay? Dryads live in ancient oaken trees. Like this one." - he finishes by jabbing his thumb towards the tree behind him.

Hearing the Elven Fairy 'articulate' his words insultingly slowly caused Toot to slightly grit his teeth.  Toot had risen far above his lowly Jermlaine upbringing and felt his common was actually quite good.  There were some words he did sincerely mispronounced but on occasion, especially when dealing with certain big folk, Toot would purposely mangle the pronunciation their race or their names just because they expected him to be stupid.  But the nerve of this tiny, little, Elvin Fairy who was the same size as Toot and therefore did not trigger the Gigaphobia (Fear of large creatures) that Jermlaine had of all Big Folk really pissed him off.  So Toot begins to untangle himself from Boo's fur to go give this snooty, tiny, Elvin fairy a real, 'what for!' 

Turning back to Portho, he replies,
"I can't tell if Matron is a dryad, though. How am I supposed to know when I'm not supposed to see her, ever?" 

"Me wonders if tiny Elvin fairy see better with two black eyes," Toot mumbles in Jermlaine, under his breath, while rolling up his sleeves.