Drifts through the woods in the erratic yet fluid way unique to fairy folk and drug addicts. Taking particular delight in creating that persona of guileless innocence or stupidity take your pick. He follows his careful planned route to the hot springs where he usually slept. Muttering the directions as he goes.

"Straight ahead till you get to that tree. Take a left and walk for the amount of time it takes to sing a modestly length song and take a left. When you reach the blueberry bushes eat some blueberries and veer slightly around them since they were blueberry bushes. Zigzag through the trees till you get to that rock that looks like a rock and climb on top of it and here you are."

Breathing deeply as he arrives at his destination. The air was warmed by the presence of a series of pools hidden away among those rock looking rocks. "Oh what would we do without this place Hairthulu" I have decided we won't share it."

The hair makes a little question mark shaped response.

"With anyone. I know isn't that greedy of me" But, if we shared this place with someone it wouldn't be mind alone." He settles down next to one of the warmer pools and starts pulling off his clothes.

More gesturing from the hair it isn't sign language mostly just vague shapes of people and things.

Legs dangle into the water making little splashes. "I know..I know I did tell that girl how to get here but, I gave her those special directions. I doubt she would be able to follow them. Who listens to me most of the time anyway."

Tired of doing the shapes his hair scribbles some things into the dirt.

"I hate when you make me read you have awful hand writing." still he reads it anyway since he went to the trouble to teach his hair to write in the first place. "Shut up you. I know people listen but what I meant was I spout so much garbage who can separate the dross from the gold."

Hair doesn't have much to say to this.

He sighs and lays back to look up at the sky. "So much has happened lately. I have not had a chance to think these things through. I can't believe I told Jet about my past. Do you think I could trust her?"

This time there is a definite response in the form of quite a rude gesture.

Ringing laughter peels out from the pixie who is not a pixie. "Fair point I am doing that with her so I obviously do trust her. I don't think she is used to being trusted by people though." Hands in the air trying to grab the moon. "Still I don't think she is entire well and someone has obviously been messing with her recently. Oh well done is done if some of my past is revealed I will adapt it is what I do and spending time with her is worth the risks."

Jet wasn't why he was out here anyway. As much as he enjoyed spending times with the chaotic women there was another that was troubling him even more since it pertained to himself. "What about this Disharmony, I mean she is quite insistent on helping me but, I can tell, I am not the fool I seem. She wants something in the end out of this. Just helping me indeed, I stopped falling for those tricks before some of the stars we are looking at were born." sighs and with the help of his hair shuffles back to his feet.

"I mean..there is this." with a twist those bone white wings sprou from his shoulders again twisted and ruined with scraps of membrane hanging off the joints. "Not my usual pixie look is it. I do like them yes but, I caught the looks I was given. I saw the frown from Amthy when I mentioned Disharmonies name. I don't want to become a bad guy again."

Silence settles around him for a long moment as he ponders this and absently toys with one of the sharpened points at the end of his wing. "She is right about a few things though. I have forgotten and need to relearn some things. I can't remain as I am."

Hairthulu through all of this rambling remained silent and listening it didn't offer much advice it was only hair despite it's sentient tendencies.

The broken winged pixie seems to have ran out of things to say as well and slips into the hot water to soak away some of his worries.