I got up, still giggling. Flamara was clutching her sides. I hugged Ara softly, his horn clinking against mine. He was still frowning. I chuckled, and wriggled into Ara's mind, finding and listening to the convosation. I rolled my eyes.
"Typical, ain't it?" Ara whispered. I gave a nod, then a moan. A clumsy presence just fell into my mind.
"What is it with Halfling's heads? They're so full of hot air...."
"Excuse me, I'm technically a Halfling now."
"Oh god, you really are a mini female version of my mange-bag brother."
"Wanna try saying that again? Just remember How much I can hurt people."
"You can't get me from here though. I'm back here with Russalka, Taliesin and Kiara. Kiara's nice. Not like the fluffball."
I mentally kicked him in the leg.
"OWCH! How the hell did you do that?!?!?!"
"I'm me. That's how. Now get out of my head. Before I go get miss SpookofNight."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, before withdrwing from my mind. I could see him running in my mind's eyes, arms waving in the air, sprinting away, screaming like a girl.
"I'm gonna kill his Royal Wetness." I growled, and Ara began to laugh.