Hefeydd's scouting amounted to him flying around in a growing spiral, ducking and dodging tree branches as he glanced down at the ground every so often. It wasn't in any way thorough, but he felt like he had accomplished something when he finally set down in the center of the clearing. He looked over one shoulder, wing twitching nervously as he felt almost like someone was watching him. He couldn't see anyone, though and wrapped up in shadows as he was… There was no way anyone could see him, was there? He remained still for as long as he could. It amounted to a couple of seconds and then he was walking around the glade, looking for signs of whatever could be keeping his people away from here. He had returned victoriously, hadn't he? Mortals had been punished, reminded of their place in the grand scheme of things. A few more days and there would be offerings left daily for the little folk! There should have been someone here to greet him at least. He slumped into a pile on the ground, tiny heart breaking at the thought that maybe, just maybe, his efforts were going unappreciated.
Something lying in the grass ahead caught his eye and he was back on his feet, the moment of depression passing as though it had never happened. By the time he reached the object he had forgotten all about it, focused as he was. He lifted up the robe, recognising it immediately. Aerwyna had been wearing this when he had left. It was a pretty blue, it matched her hair. He quite liked it. Why would she leave it here, to get all dirty? He looked down at his own robes and realised he couldn't speak say much, he was still sticky and stained from the berries earlier. He glanced down at the robe, considering it. His own robes were special, these were not. As far as he was aware, Aerwyna didn't change her size. He discarded the robe and wandered off. He needed to clean his robes or find replacements, and quick. When the others got back from wherever they had gone he didn't want them seeing him in such a state! Yes, he would clean his robes. There was a stream nearby. He could clean them there. This new course set in his mind he started walking in that direction, he had flown quite a bit today and wanted to rest his wings for a while. The stream wasn't that far away. He caught his foot on something hard, tripping over and rolling forwards.
He came to a halt, sprawled out and seething. He rolled onto his side and looked around angrily, trying to find the naughty fairy who was trying to prank him. But the glade remained empty, still. He couldn't remember when he had dropped his shadows, but he became aware he was bare now. The world could see him. Or, if there was anyone around they would be able to see him. But he was all alone… A shiver went down his spine, the feeling of being watched returning to him now. Almost shyly, he got to his feet, muttering under his breath. It was more to make himself feel better than because of any feelings of animosity. He had never been alone here before. As far as he knew, nobody had. There were always fairies here. He patted himself down, looking for something to defend himself with if it came down to that, but he had nothing. Just his magic. Which was formidable! He wasn't going to be intimidated! He glared at the empty area surrounding him and stalked back to where he had tripped over. Melusine's staff was lying on the ground, just lying there for anyone to trip on! How careless of her! He nudged it with his toe, not wanting to pick it up. Sometimes, crafty fairies would put traps on their belongings. Try and trick others into taking them so bad things would happen. Hefeydd wasn't born yesterday though. Oh no he wasn't. He glanced around to find Melusine, hiding off to the side to enjoy seeing him cry out when he activated whatever trap she had placed. There was nobody. Still. Hed stamped his foot and called out. "This isn't funny! Where is everyone?!" His little voice echoed, and he waited. No response. Fine! Let them be like that! He was going to go wash his robes! As he went he noticed more things scattered around, a charm here, more clothing there. These were bad fairies, leaving their home in such a mess.
Hefeydd huffed and puffed the whole way there, furious with the people he was meant to be here defending. If not for him… Well, if not for him they would go hungry! Other folk might come in and take away their glade! He was too important to be treated in this way! He was going to leave as soon as his robe was clean and then he wasn't going to come back for a very long time. Let someone else come out here and deal with the mortals. He wasn't going to. Not anymore. Let them come crawling back to him, begging for his help. He would send them all away with kicks to their rears! Let them ignore that! He had other places to be. More of his people to help. He didn't have time to be here playing silly games with silly folk. He reached the edge of the water and slipped his robe off over his head, his wings and hair springing back up as the robe came loose. He dumped it into the water and began to scrub at it, continuing his tirade the entire time. He didn't notice the sleek black cat, crouched down low and creeping up on him. He was using a little bit of fire magic to dry off the robe, slipping it over his head when it was still just a little damp, when the cat pounced.