>One fairy's no match for our bulle... Oh, right.
>Move to intercept, but, as we go, call out, "Free cookies!"
>
Might also be handy if you could fly, eh?>You dash after the fleeing fairy, and decide to toss in a diversionary offer of cookies for good measure.
>"Culinarical acoutriments are insubstantive!" the fairy yells back without slowing for more than a split second. Still, it might have bought you a free step.
>At the same time you hear another voice issue from your rear left, towards the circulation desk. There is a sort of child-like awe to it. "Really?"
>To your right, you can see other library patrons turning to see what the commotion is. You find yourself almost wondering the same thing.
>The fairy continues her hurried flight towards the entrance with the librarian in hot pursuit. Or perhaps 'cold' would be a more appropriate descriptor in this case; there's a certain frigid implacability to her bearing as she narrows the gap between them, footsteps echoing sharply off the polished hardwood. You're still not sure it'll be enough, though, and if the fairy reaches open sky, she's probably in the clear; at least
you have no way to catch something a hundred feet in the air. It's about all you can do to keep up, anyway; you're... not feeling in top form at the moment, it seems.
>With only a short distance left to her freedom, the fairy dives down towards the door and.... freezes. There's not really any other way to put it - one moment she's in full flight, and the next she's almost perfectly still. You hear her grunt and one of her wings flexes slightly.
>"Return the book," the librarian says starkly. She also seems to have stopped moving, although in a rather less awkward pose. "It isn't yours."
>The fairy grunts again and you see her head twist a degree or two.
