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Silence is a terrible thing when broken by the sound of footsteps.
Rewind found that if it is silent - like how the forest was silent up until two seconds ago - and you suddenly hear footsteps, then you need to go. Right then.
But of course, his dumb curiosity got the best of him, and he stayed to see just what was causing these footsteps. Or rather who was causing them (because he memorized what the footsteps of every animal sound like…) because that wasn't an animal.
“Maggy, Mags, I think you guys are overreacting! There's nothing here!” One voice, addressing others stated. It was light, and had an accent. It was in vampiric; Rewind only understood because he was forced to learn it. Forced to -
Another voice, this time deeper, gruffer, older, replied, “Rodimus, we’re here looking ‘just in case’. Don't fae have a ‘just in case’?” This voice was a native speaker, so either a human, a demon, or a vampire. Old voice, ruling out human, because humans can only be so old, and this sounded older. Rewind knew. He'd had human -
“No, fae don't, because we mostly just wing it anyways!” The first voice, Rodimus, stated.
What followed was a brief silence. A blessing that no one else thought that the joke was funny. Rewind sure as hell did not.
“You guys suck.” Rodimus, once again.
A new voice gave a high and bitter laugh, as if loaded with past grief.. Then something was stated in a human language, one of the few things Rewind didn’t understand, and everything was back to serious.
It was then that Rewind thought it was time to go; only, he fell.
Right where the others, the strangers, were in the forest.
He landed on his stomach, his gradient wings twitching a little from the impact. Rewind pressed his face against the ground then, attempting to become invisible, to phase out, to blink away like what Eje-
“Hey, are you okay?” Rodimus was at his side, voice soft, and gently patting the small of Rewind's bare back.
Rewind sighed, exhaling for the first time in what seemed like centuries. He then turned his head to look at the other fae and smiled, seeing the others’ worried expressions, his wings twitching in anticipation.
Then, for the first time in ten years, Rewind spoke.
“I'll be just fine, thanks.”
And that was that.