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It has been awhile since Gir had left Dra's home and followed the thief half way across town. Their encounter had been fun....at least for him. The thief was dead, having killed himself rather than deal with more of Gir's magic. He found himself lost, in an area unknown to him and not filled with the nicest of people. Most gave him a wide berth, fearing his magic, while others tried to drive him off. In the end Gir made his way to a caravan he knew of and had disappeared with it. He missed his Lady. He missed his candy which Dra still had.

Now he was back in the area, having returned with another caravan. The streets were always different yet the same. New shops, new families, but always the same stones and attitudes. Gir had grown very little since disappearing, maybe a few inches taller. His clothes had grown worn and ragged again but he hadn't lost any weight. Which meant he was still getting enough food. But he was alone now. No Lady to take care of him. But could take care of himself. He always had. So the illusionist walked/danced/sauntered down the alleys where many homeless drow and thieves lived.

Gir had seen the other drow following him. But he just let on that he didn't notice them. That was part of the game. He could feel them approaching, typical theives, coming from behind. Thinking he might have money. He didn't even have candy! Mmmm, candy would be good right now. He had vague memories of a bag of unfinished candy. But his thoughts were shattered by the shrill of a small drow running up behind him. Then he felt the drow run into him. He fell foward and rolled like a bowling ball down the alley and smashed into trash cans. There was an explosion of trash and then the trash turned into butterflies as they flew off.

Right behind the boy Gir smiled. That looked like fun. He wished he could really do that. But sadly he couldn't roll more than two times before sprawling out. He looked down at the drow who had bumped him. He was just a kid, half Gir's age or less. By the look of his clothes he was obviously houseless. Ah a fellow brother! And his hair was sooooo pretty! He reached out and touched the red streaks in the boys hair. Was it blood? It looked liked blood. But the kid wasn't hurt?

Gir giggled as the boy looked at him with wide eyed amazement. He inspired that in lots of young drow. But usually their mothers or nannies pulled them away before Gir could play with them. Gir loved to play with kids, they had more fun with his illusions than he did most of the time. This boy was no exception. The older drow smiled just as wide as the other. Up close Gir was more interesting. He had a slightly gaunt look, one of someone who didn't get meals every day. His hair was a little dirty but the shaven side was kept neat and trimmed.

"Gir is not a magician. Gir is magical but not a magician. Gir makes you see things that aren't there," he giggled.

He took a seat next to the boy and waved his hand over a piece of trash. He sprouted legs and arms then started to dance for them. Gir laughed and clapped as his trash danced, seeming to make other trash it touched come to life as well. Soon there was a trash ballet in the small area of the alley. Most other drow moved away, suddenly realizing who the drow is.

"Thats Gir! We've got to get out of here!"

"I thought he left the city?"

"Yeah after that theif...."

"Well he's back, come on! Lets go!"

Gir, however, did hear the others talk. But it wasn't anything he wasn't use to. They always talked about him, it was part of the reason he spoke the way he did. Gir this and Gir that. So Gir was this and that. He side glanced at the retreating figured and giggled a bit before turning back to the child.

"What can Gir do? Hmm, Gir does not know. Gir doesn't do anything. Things just happen," he shrugged a bit. He didn't understand his own powers enough to manipulate them. Only in extreme emotion such as anger, pain, fear, and happniness could he control anything. Of course that is when he was his deadliest. A magic school, one across town, had felt the full brunt of his fear. His anger was worse.

"Where does Twi live? Does he live here?" Gir looked around at the alleyway. He remembered sleeping in places like this. A distant memory, of a warm bed and a soft motherly voice flitted through his mind. It came and went without much notice to him but his memories were still there. He knew someone here. He missed someone here. But who was it?

"Gir doesn't live anywhere either. Gir and Twi are homeless. That is good, because Gir understands. Gir knows a warm place. Tonight Gir will take you there for sleeping," he smiled. He liked his new little friend. He didn't think he was weird! But then the boy said the words Gir loved to hear next to candy. Pranks!!! Gir loved pranks!

"Gir likes pranks! Lets go to the market and play pranks!" he stood up suddenly and held his hand out to the smaller child. He giggled gleefully, much like anyone Twi's own age would. He was a bit more childish around this boy, mostly because he tried to match his age.

"You can be like Gir's little brother. Gir has no brothers so Twi can be that! Gir and Twi! Twi and Gir! twigir!!" he burst into giggles at his creation as he walked towards the market. Once there he sat on a barrel and looked about. He wondered who would want to play with them.

"What does Twi think? Who should we play with?"

Gir was so happy. He had a little brother! They both could walk, hand in hand, laugh together, he didn't even mind Twi leaning against his back with his arms around his neck. Leaning against him, Twi could now feel how skinny Gir was. He did get food but not as much as he'd like, much like Twi he supposed. His dark skin showed a bit through his shaven hair. There was even a small scar where hair did not grow on the boy's head. A scar event of the fall he had taken as a infant, which lead to his eventual insanity.

Sadly Gir was not a thief. He never stole money from the people he played pranks on, other theives did. Though most tossed him coin or two from their take just for being such a good distraction. Other times he was just given food or clothes just so he would go away. It was a life he had always lived.

But the fat man did look so fun! His big ol'belly! Gir wound Twi's arms from around his neck and stood up. He turned and winked to the boy before he suddenly disappeared. But just for fun, he let his foot prints continue to show in the dirt as he walked towards the fat man. Gir came near the shop and stared as the man sought to buy some sweets for his lady. Suddenly the food fell from his hand.

"Oh my! Seems I'm a bit butter fingered!" he laughed a bit as he reached for another. This one jumped away from him like it was alive.

"What the! Sir! What is the meaning of this?"

"Uh..I..Uh...don't know sir.." the poor shop keeper looked frazzled.

Sudden all the food sprang forth and began to crawl all over the drow. He let out a very unbecoming howl and flailed about as the food tackled him. His pouch flew from his hand in Twi's direction, landing in the dirt unnoticed due to the commotion of the fat man.

Gir had disappeared since Twi had disengaged from him. His illusions only worked around him unless he was focused on someone. He was still playing with the fat man, enjoying a hardy laugh with the rest of the crowd as the food got smushed as he rolled around. When Twi's small voice reached his ears he turned and began walking back to him. The illusions quickly stopped and the crowd began moving agian. Sudddenly Gir appeared before Twi, frightening a few others. Suddenly whispers began going through the crowd that the mad illusionist had returned.

"Gir is here. Lets go," he smiled and took the boy's hand and began to lead him away.

"Hey! You! Gir I should have KNOWN it was you!" the bakery shop glared at the illusionist. He had driven off good business since the male worked for a high house. The baker started towards them but Gir was too fast for him. He grabbed Twi and twirled, the sand around them blew up and created a shield. Gir snuck them back into an alley and giggled.

"I remember him. I made his roth steak dance."

Gir giggled as they made their escape. He was having so much fun! It was rare he had a good friend since most adults couldn't stand him for that long. He hugged his new friend. He felt the bulge in the boy's shirt and poked it.

"What is that? Did Twi suddenly gain weight?"

At the question of what they would do next his stomach gave a growl. Having been around all that food had made Gir hungry but he wasn't so mad that he thought he could go back to the bakery shop they had just pranked. They would need to go somewhere else.

"Gir thinks we should eat," he nodded.