As A Sylvan
Six inches tall, twiggy feet and leafy head.
150 years old. Looked like twigs and leaves bound into a child’s tiny stick man. His hands would make nervous gestures when he was agitated. Silky moss beard and bark encrusted thighs.
Nine ounces. Nervous mannerisms. A wizened bit of wood with vaguely human features above a mossy beard. Leaves grew on his head instead of hair. Arms and legs were flexible twigs that narrowed to tiny fingers and stubby toes.
Had hair and a beard of moss.
Running with the Demon
Pick found Bennett Scott at the mercy of the Feeders and went to get Nest Freemark to help him. Sitting on Nest’s shoulders they went through Sinnissippi Park towards the cliffs, which was the last place Pick had seen Bennett. He, and Daniel, accompanied Nest to find Bennett and left once the Feeders were scattered.