Farah looked away from him, knowing if she maintained the intense eye contact, she wouldn't be able to control her anger. She felt her power blossoming at her fingertips, but again, she held it back. "Please stop…" she whispered, pressing her palm against the rough bark of a tree beside her.
Qûs'ÿltn cocks his head. "Come on, Farah. Hit me. Do it."
"No," she countered, releasing some of her energy into the tree through her touch. "No, I won't…"
Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Why? You afraid of something?"
Farah refused to look at him. "Please stop talking to me."
A loud laugh escapes Qûs'ÿltn. "Why? You don't think I can take it? I got news for you, girlie: I've survived worse than you. I'll be fine."
"Enough!" Farah snapped, curling her free hand into a fist. "Please, stop."
Shrugging, Qûs'ÿltn backs off for once. "Okay."
Stepping away, he doesn't drop his guise of the Faerie warrior. He merely watches Farah, silent.
Farah took deep breaths, expending energy into the tree and back into the land. Eventually, she calmed down and looked at him again. "Why?" she asked, shaking her head.
Qûs'ÿltn looks at Farah closely. "Why do you think?"
"For an audience," Farah sniffed indignantly. "To get a rise out of people."
Qûs'ÿltn nods. "Sure as shit. Except-" he looks around. "The only true audience I have is you. The spirits left as soon as I came down."
Farah glared over at him, then lowered her gaze again. "I think it would be best if you leave me alone."
"Why would that be best? You seem to have exceptional control over yourself, despite all my attempts to make you lash out. I figure we're both safe out here." Qûs'ÿltn chuckles.
Farah shook her head. "Are you going to push me that far again? If you are, I'm not going to be able to hold it in the next time."
Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "I look forward to it. But, hey. I'm done for now, at least."
He pointedly avoids answering her question, though.
Farah leaned against the tree and shut her eyes. "Oh gods, I think I'm going to be sick…"
"Look, I can't promise anything that goes against my nature, little Faerie. But I can at least say that it's not going to happen for a bit." Qûs'ÿltn mumurs, making sure Farah knows he's being sincere.
Farah nodded. "Thank you… but really, I think I'm about to be sick."
"Oh. . . oh shit!" Qûs'ÿltn exclaims, stopping himself from rushing forward.
"Is there anything I can do to help, or. . .?
Farah's eyes opened hazily, and she pointed through the trees to a small open little grove. "There. I need to get there."
Qûs'ÿltn nods, and grabs Farah, lifting her easily and running into the clearing, bursting through the glamour. "Oh, sh-!"
He stops just in time and flings open the door to the cottage that had appeared.
"Oh!" Farah clung to him and shuddered as he passed so abruptly through her barrier. She stumbled inside and quickly made her way to the kitchen area. She fumbled for a moment until she found a small glass vial of odd-looking green liquid, but she opened it without a second thought and drained the vial in one go.
Qûs'ÿltn respectfully waits outside for Farah, figuring he'd already done enough for the past hour to last them both a day.
"You good?" he calls.
Farah leaned against the counter, letting the potion take effect. "Yes," she called back. "You can come in here, you know. As long as you don't destroy anything."