Crystal Facets

Trollex

Trollex was currently curled up in a ball, hidden inside Trollzart's sock bed. He had heard the big fight with the gems, and he felt it was his fault that Steven had gotten into trouble. It was just seashells! Ones he'd gotten on his trips to the beach! He really didn't know why they were a problem, but... apparently they were?

It didn't really matter the reasons... Steven was in trouble, and it was his fault. He let out a small whine, curling up a little tighter. He jumped slightly when he felt someone touch his back through the sock, and slowly uncurled to poke his head out. It was Trollzart!

"Trollzart...? Sorry, do you need your bed? I'll get out now..." He pulled himself free from the sock, and floated up into the air.

The other just gave a small, sympathetic smile. "Trollex, the fighting has stopped for now, and I believe Steven has left again... Would you like to come with me for a flight?"

Trollex perked up slightly at that, tilting his head. "A flight? Trollzart, are you sure?"

With a confident nod, the conductor made his way towards the entrance. "Of course! I've already discussed it with the others, and said that you were going to accompany me. After all." He looked back towards Trollex. "I cannot go safely on my own, and you are the only other flight capable troll here."

He had a point there... Trollzart most likely wouldn't be able to carry another troll without needing to cut his time outside short, and that hardly seems fair... Besides, a distraction did sound nice. He nodded, a small smile tugging at his cheeks. "Alright, I'll come with you."

"Spiffy!" Trollzart continued his trek for the entrance, Trollex following behind now. As they slipped out of the hole and into the light, Trollex couldn't help but look up towards the top of the night stand. He wanted to check... to see if Steven did get rid of the shells.

"I... I'll be right back, Trollzart..." He zipped straight upwards, and when he got to the top, his heart sank. He couldn't see the bowl or shells anymore... He could hardly blame him though; he did get in trouble for it...

Trollzart had followed him up, and had looked over the side table. After a moment, he flitted down to land on a paper bag with a note on top. As Trollzart scanned over the note, he grinned brightly. "Do not be so down, Trollex. I believe Steven still has the shells... and has left us a gift as thanks!"

He zipped down, looking at the piece of paper. On it was a rough drawing of Steven, holding out the bag beneath the note, with—"Wait, is that a shell necklace...?" Sure enough, the little drawing of Steven had a necklace that looked to be made of seashells in the drawing, with an arrow pointing to it, and another arrow pointing to the bag.

With a nod, Trollzart rolled up the paper, and held it close. "I believe it is, and that this is our gift. Would you mind carrying it to the hideout? I wish to see it before we begin our adventure in earnest."

He grabbed hold of the edge of the bag, and gave his fins a flick to haul it into the air. It wasn't overly heavy, but he was happy he didn't have to travel any higher with it. The two flying trolls made their way back down, and slipped under the bed.

Once the others had realized that the two were back early, Branch became nervous. "Did something go wrong out there? And... what is THAT?" He gestured to the large bag Trollex was dragging across the floor to them.

"It is a gift from Steven, as thanks for the seashells Trollex has been leaving him." Trollzart smiled at Trollex, who blushed brightly, his ear fins twitching. He had gotten in a lot of trouble at first, when Branch caught on that Trollex was leaving gifts for Steven. Thankfully though, Trollzart and Delta had managed to convince Branch that if nothing bad had happened so far, then it wasn't likely to go wrong now.