|| Quesnel Bo Durand / Male / Earth / 23 || Cerise / Female / Grizzly / 15 ||

Quesnel's eyes widened in surprise as he felt a particularly strong draft of wind lift him, and he almost yelped out. He caught himself at the last second, the sound catching in his throat and instead, coming out as a strangled grunt. Beside him, Cerise was also lifted, but she found it hilarious. She let out a sort of huffing sound, opening her maw and curling back her lips to bare her fangs in an almost grin-like expression. Ques knew that sound well; a laugh of pure joy. "Haha, that tickles!" she exclaimed joyfully, wriggling in the air before she was lowered again.

Well, if Cerise wasn't upset, he thought he shouldn't be, either. He brushed some stray dirt off of his jacket, nodding curtly to the Witches before him. He hadn't had much experience with deities before, but something about these powerful beings before him put him at ease. Perhaps it was the way they all interacted with one another...

Ques smiled softly at the sight of the small fae-like being patting the stone giant on his massive head. The young man almost bowed again before he introduced himself, and stopped midway, so he almost fell over. "Er, pardon me," he mumbled, a light blush spreading to his cheeks. He cleared his throat, placing his calloused hand on his chest. "My name is Quesnel. And this here is Cerise," he said, motioning to the bear beside him, who popped her head up at the sound of her name. She gave them that goofy grin again, before snuffling around in the dirt. Quesnel let out a heavy sigh, watching her kick clods of soil into the air as she dug frantically for what looked like a worm. "She is, er, my familiar."

At this point, Ques had noticed the other witches surrounding him. A woman off to his left, with lightly tanned skin and long dark hair., beside a great black dragon with golden flecks. A little closer to him was a significantly younger woman, tall and brown-haired, and sitting huffily beside her, a graceful-looking snow leopard. Off to his right, he heard another person push out from the fog, and sure enough, there was.

Ques turned his head and spotted a man, dark-headed and youthful-looking. He caught the man's gaze and tilted his head curiously. He seemed... strangely relaxed. Or, perhaps, Quesnel was reading him wrong. That often happened. He heard a brisk clicking sound, and glanced around, spotting a giant bird tugging at the man's sleeve. The giant man couldn't help but snort lightly; it reminded him of Cerise when she got too hungry. He shook the memories away, thinking sternly, "Focus on the here and now, Quesnel."

He straightened, turning to the Witches again, and put on a determined expression. "Cerise and I are looking for knowledge of a rare plant. Maybe..." he glanced at Terran, who was still looming over him. "Maybe we could ask for assistance?"

As he said this, he heard yet another person enter, and glanced over his shoulder to see a woman walk over to the man with the bird, and heard her begin talking as if she had known the man her entire life. How strange. Just then, he heard a great crash behind him, and whipped around, pulling out his dagger instinctively. Naturally, Cerise popped up as well, fur bristling and lips curled.

Alas, it was no enemy, only a spindly man tripping over his own giant feet.

|| Aurelien Chevalier Thibaut / Male / Air / 22 || Izod / Male / Wvyern / 8 ||

Somehow, he managed to trip over his own feet. On his way down, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Oh, sure, real dignified, Lien." He fell with a mighty crash, turning at just the last second to land on his shoulder. Groaning, he laid there for a minute, rolling over on his back.

And to add insult to injury, Izod appeared, beginning to cackle at the sight of Aurelien on the ground. "Clumsy as ever, Aure!" he exclaimed, scuttling over to sit on his owner's chest, peering down at him. Aurelien scowled at the wyvern, grunting as he reached up to shove the heavy reptile off of him. Izod dodged him, and bounded off of him, lifting off into the air with a single beat of his massive wings. Naturally, he made sure to clip the side of Aurelien's face with his wing, and the man cursed and swatted at the dragon, before grumbling to himself and standing up.

He dusted off his pants and shirt, before glancing up and freezing at the sight of all the witches, including one giant of a man staring directly at him. He was so startled, he didn't even notice Izod landing on his shoulder, his chin laying on the top of his head, and his tail curling around his forearm. Aurelien glanced to the side, before giving a rather embarrassed grin.

"Let's just... Ignore that happened, yeah?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up at the Great Witches, eyes widening in surprise. "Woah," he said loudly. "You're a lot bigger than I thought."

Izod let out a peevish giggle, whispering, "That's what she said." Aurelien let out a scoff of disgust, before swatting at the wyvern again, who hissed a tiny plume of fire that just barely skimmed past his hand.

|| Quesnel Bo Durand / Male / Earth / 23 || Cerise / Female / Grizzly / 15 ||

Cerise grinned at the kindness of the Air Great, before staring in awe. "You can understand me??" she said, jaw dropped. Ques chuckled at the sight of the giant bear being her usual cub-like self. He nodded at the Great's question, looking a bit sheepish. "Yes, for the plant. Specifically, where to find it, what it can do..." he paused, considering his next words. "How to grow it."

Even if this famed fruit could cure his mother, who knew when she might fall ill to the disease again? Or anyone, for that matter? What use was he if he couldn't help anyone? He shook his head slightly, throwing off the bitter thoughts, before looking up expectantly at the giant.

At the sound of the young woman, he turned his head to smile sheepishly at her. "Cerise," he said in response to her question, reaching over to pull his familiar close. As soon as he made contact with the bear, he immediately regretted it, because she took it as an invitation to snuggle. With a playful snarl, she bowled into him, wrapping her giant arms around him and throwing him to the ground. The wind was instantly knocked out of him, and he struggled to get out from under Cerise.

Around a clump of thick fur, he wheezed, "Now's not the time for this Cerise!" All this did was encourage her to hug him harder, and he made a strangled sound, almost like a squeak, as he felt his bones and body creak.

|| Aurelien Chevalier Thibaut / Male / Air / 22 || Izod / Male / Wvyern / 8 ||

Izod, being the rude and brash dragonet he was, hissed loudly when the lava deity pressed his fingers to his forehead. As the man moved away, Izod yawned in what he thought was a frightening manner, displaying his rows of needlepoint teeth, eyes glimmering, as if daring the Great to do anything else. He then curled tightly around Aurelien's neck, gently scrapping his spikes against his cheek. Aurelien grunted in pain, shoving the wyvern off of him, who let out a sound much like a disgruntled bird, before lifting up into the air and circling the small crowd.

Aurelien wiped the small scratch, that was now slowly oozing blood, and scowled at the Fire mage. "I'm always alright," he said snarkily, lifting his chin. A cackle from above his head made him scowl again, and he whipped around, glaring darkly at Izod. "Shut up, lizard!" he shouted at the wyvern, who cackled again and shot yet another blast of fire at Aurelien's head. Of course, it missed, but it still infuriated Aurelien. Outraged, he raised his fist and shook it around. "Come down here and fight me like a real beast, you cowardly little snake!"

Aurelien heard giggles behind him and whirled around, his face now beet red with rage. He put his fists on his hips, raising an eyebrow at Celestia. "That worm?" he said in response to the girl's question. "He's no-one important."

In retaliation, Izod clipped the back of Aurelien's head with his tail, soaring over to land near Celestia and curling around her leg, grinning cheekily at the fuming Aurelien.