Petrie's face was priceless. When Skye came into the clearing by the willow, he stared hard. He could see something red and white on her shoulder, but couldn't tell. He thought it might've been a flower or the like. He was about to start yelling about 'wasting his time while she frolicked in a meadow'. When Skye hopped down from Thoth and the small red thing hovered next to her; Petrie yelped like a wee lass instead.
Skye and Nicolas both laughed at his reaction hard before Skye declared; "What kind of a man squeaks like that? At a wee fairy, no less; hahahahaha!"
Petrie flushed at Skye's barb. His irritation was obvious as he shouted back, "Well excuse me! Ye may be adapted to this whole... buggerd-up, situation-thing. But Ima Not! I've been by me self, jumping at the slightest wee noises, with a half-dead prince for me only company. Ima hungry, cold, muddy, and half eaten by bugs! Now! What do ye have to say for yer self?!"
