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"Why not? It got someone's attention, obviously." Qûs'ÿltn retorts.

Farah's fingers flexed in what she hoped was a threatening motion. With the capacity she had for magic, the demigod should be scared. "You don't want my attention."

Qûs'ÿltn watches Farah's motion, then chuckles.

"Whyever not? Should I be scared? 'Oh no! Please, don't hurt me! I'll do anything!'" he mocks.

Farah gritted her teeth. "Just leave these woods alone."

"Why?" Qûs'ÿltn retorts, leaning against the air.

"Because I'm telling you to," Farah retorted. Her cottage was hidden by a barrier, thank God, but she still didn't want him finding out about it.

"Do I seem the type to do what I'm told, little faerie?" Qûs'ÿltn says, finally landing on the ground of his own accord. His form shifts, and Farah is staring at a handsome Faerie male, with a strong jaw, bright, pure white eyes and long, straight, black hair.

Farah frowned. "Obviously not." She took in his new form with narrowed eyes. "Impressive, I suppose," she remarked passively.

Grinning, Qûs'ÿltn says "See? I knew you could get that much, at least."

"'Impressive', huh? Tell me, little Faerie, why is it just 'impressive'?" he snarks.

Qûs'ÿltn's new nickname for Farah made her irritated. She was not a "little faerie." With a snide remark in her tone, she arched her eyebrows and shot back, "It's barely that. What are you using? Light magic? Please."

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Light magic? Dear gods, woman. You are dense. No, it is not light magic. It is true physical transmogrification on a level that you little Faeries can't even hope to achieve."

Farah nearly let her emotions get the best of her then. It took intense effort on her part to keep them contained. "Stop antagonizing me. I'm not the ditz you're making me out to be. I'm not dense!"

"Why should I?" Qûs'ÿltn retorts, truly curious.

"It is not as if it really matters what I call you, anyways. Dense or no, you will never be my equal." he adds.

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."