Hollows Last Hope: Part 1-an emergency
The gnome was quite the little sport about the harnessing... at first. By the time the intricate knots, wraps and safety-hitches, were in place, he felt somewhat like a bundle of kindling all a-twine for vending at the Low Market! "I'm still not convinced this is any better than a half-dozen wraps around my middle friend Kirkwood, but I'll trust your skill, after all, these knots are truly a beautiful work of art."
Nomerendal waddled over to the edge of the well and prepared for his excursion into the depths. He still had a smile on his face at the thought of Arell trying to juggle him, and had even begun to formulate an act he could try at Jak'a'names with some straw-stuffed dummies. Looking into the darkness, that smile seemed to slip.
"Well, I suppose this is it then. Nowhere to go from here but... down."
He cleared his throat and said, loudly enough that the guards would surely overhear and be curious.
"But I shan't be going alone, come little friends," Nomerendal gestured to a spot near the well where there was a slight seep of water. There, several large butterflies were sipping at the moisture and sunning themselves, wings gently moving back and forth. The colors were brilliant and vivid, any color imaginable could be found in dozens of hues. Four of them suddenly fluttered and flitted toward the gnome's outstretched hand, landing in a dazzling flash of color.
Nomerendal brought his hand closer toward his face and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the guards to make sure he had their attention now. Upon each of the butterflies were tiny riders, delicate feylings with hair to rival the colors of their mounts. "Would the four of you mind lighting the way for me down into the well? You must be very brave, and you musn't forget about me and wander of..."
Each of the tiny riders raised a minuscule sceptre and all at once they began to glow! Blue, yellow, green and red, each a different color, but each very bright to the point where the butterflies and riders could no longer be seen, simply four floating orbs of light. "Ok then, lead the way little friends!"
Nom winked at Arell and stepped over edge like a tiny gnomish spider with half his legs torn off.
OOC: Prestidigitation to create the butterflies and riders, and Dancing Lights to set them a-glo!