They moved towards the trailing crowd to catch up to anything that they had missed. Seeing them in distance, some yards away from one of the school buildings, Isimaila Fginja was walking as briskly as she could, eyeing the culprit of their lateness who seemed to be ignoring her intently.
“Hey, it’s not fair,” Jagonu Nanhor tuned her hooded face to her. “You get to float while I run.”
“I stick out my tongue to you.” A sound imitating tongue on lips and saliva forcing its way through them came out and Kazu Nini began to chase the Spirit who laughed as she flew. The Goblin could take the young Pixie’s smugness no more and began to chase after her too, so Kazu Nini saw the intent on Isimaila Fginja’s face and sped up which also made her the Spirit fly with gusto.
They ran in rough circles until they made their way to the crowd.
“Gotcha!” The Pixie’s hand landed on the Spirits robe and felt like she had hit hard foam.