"O.S," the nymph echoed, testing the name out. Although she was shy by nature, she couldn't help but grow eager at the aspect of meeting such an ancient spirit. But her excitement was quickly dulled when Soul brought up the point that perhaps it wasn't the safest idea. Wilting microscopically, Maia offered a slow, defeated nod, puffing out her cheek.
"Ah, I... hadn't considered that," she admitted meekly, ducking her head. Of course the entity was a dangerous one, she'd just thought that since she was fae...
"Perhaps some other time, then." Was her decided response, her disappointment hardly evident on her otherwise expressionless face.
Before she was able to dwell on the thought, Soul nudged her slightly, making some teasing remark about her being small. Small! Hardly! By fae standards, she was actually quite tall, thank you very much...!
It was then that her attention was brought to a small, green cube. It looked gelatinous in nature, almost bouncy and shimmering with a particular shininess that intrigued her. Noticing that another student versus student battle was stirring on the field, Maia looked up to study it, waving as Marcel excused himself and left. Turning her attention back to the cube, she hesitantly reached forward with an extended finger, poking it.
...To which it immediately exploded.
Yelping in surprise, the girl tumbled backward, now splattered with the green, slightly sticky substance. It was surprisingly soft against her skin, and she felt some collect on her cheek before dripping to the ground.
Now with her jacket damp and slimy, Maia squirmed out of the coat, exposing her tiny frame to the cold. Shivering slightly, she used her coat to wipe some of the slime off of her face, frowning slightly as she felt some drip off of her hair. She looked up hesitantly as Oliver approached them, another droplet of slime dripping off of her face onto her leg.
"Just a bit stunned," she murmured, pulling her legs closer to her as the cool wind nipped at her skin. "It just exploded, I hope it wasn't because I touched it..."
Standing, the girl brushed some slime off of her dress and studied the group she had been sitting with.
"Excuse me, I'm off to go get cleaned up," she stated flatly. She cast a glance over to the field, surveying the fight with a curious eye. Two boys, both tall, one with tousled, blonde hair, and the other with cropped, dark hair. Studying the blonde-haired boy, Maia felt a strange spark, as if there were a connection tethering him to herself.
Surely not another fae?
Straightening slightly and draping her coat over her arm, she looked to her group of acquaintances, nodding. "I'll be back in a moment," she uttered quietly, just loud enough to be heard, before turning and wandering back towards the school building to wash off the remainders of the slime.
