Gliding

"The name is Faywhisk, dear seeker!" said the small spirit while raising its head. "I never imagined we would meet." 

"You know who I am?" asked Arthur with interest. 

"All spirits can instinctively recognize your spiritual energy! Its vast powers and unfathomable depths are more than enough for us to recognize you," said Faywhisk as he raised his small cane and jumped forward. 

Clovers rose from the ground to cushion his fall, allowing the spirit to land on the ground. The clovers then rose in the air like tiny helicopters, bringing Faywhisk hovering in front of Arthur. 

"What can I do for you, seeker?" asked Faywhisk with interest. Arthur looked at the small spirit with a smile. 

"I'm looking for someone. This is what they look like," Arthur said as he offered a hand. Faywhisk understood his intention and touched the hand offered to him. The spirit's eyes turned golden as he peeked at the memories that Arthur offered.