unprophesied_of_ages

The decoy is silent and does not resist being picked up, although she's tall and wingy enough to be awkward to carry and she looks miserable in the heat; her nightdress and the edges of her wings start to char. Something he is not personally exploding explodes. There are screams; there are footsteps; there are wingbeats. A bludgeoning force applies itself to his knees; part of the ceiling falls down in front of him, blocking the hallway direction the decoy recommended. Fairies yell commands at each other.