Zulmire: *narrows his brows, already impatient and not liking being here at all. He smacks a hand against one of the tent support pylons and begins to shake it* Ey. Pixie. Look at me, would ‘ya? I don’t have to be here, but I am. *growls and moves towards her* So this is it? *tries to shove Desiree aside so he can get a look at the boy* ‘Dey told me he was beeger.
