[ The decidedly non-diagetic applause from the sprite-looking imp caught her attention after a moment, pulling her from the memoryscape just enough to get her eyes of the scene of the performance. She didn't quite know what to make of him, but she'd seen faeries and creatures of all sorts in her time, and he didn't seem particularly threatening as he was. In fact, she couldn't help but think he appeared like he'd fit in more in an old Max Fleischer or Walt Disney cartoon. ]
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