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Caitlin looked toward the sound of the voice quickly. Expecting a teacher, she let out a sigh to see it was a student. Though he was older, it didn't worry her as much. "Well, foxes are normally sly. So, a curious fox would probably have his own fun, then sink back into the background." She said, almost as if she was asking a question. Caitlin then started hovering, looking up at the man in the mask.

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Interesting indeed. The two flyers held their altitude as they came to be aware of the White Fox and Gave their own curious eyes to him. They seemed less cautious and surprised by his appearance as the last two young students he came across. They almost seemed to have a look in their eye as if they knew him or knew of his general identity. A chuckle escaped his lips at the thought of the young students having any kind of a clue as to who he was, because in fact he was simply the White Fox.

With a quick move of his hands to place under him the white masked wizard made a quick flip and landed on his feet to look at the two griffins. They held true to their house for being brave and not shying to the face of a unknown person, and without knowing the intentions of said person. At the two children's words he gave a tilt of his head and brought a hand to his mask's chin line to mime the idea of thinking.

"A curious fox might indeed look to have fun, but a White Fox might have different ideas in mind. Which would make wearing black a contrast to my name young one, would it not? Fear not for my ability to stay hidden is well enough, and you would be surprised how often people do not notice what is out in the open," a quick motion brought him to the edge of the bridge where he quickly sat in a precarious spot with feet dangling over the edge, "You two should be more careful where you practice your flight, legal or illegal in the young ladies case. Such a fall would make even the most skilled medical witch or wizard hard pressed to mend you, and make me even more hard pressed to catch you before head meet rock."

Caitlin listened as the man spoke, then glanced at Sam, who was now standing on his broom. Her gaze was now on the man in white, "I'm not afraid....Anymore.." She mumbled the last part. It was almost inaudible. Caitlin's legs swung from the broom as she looked at the two boys, listening as they spoke. She wanted to try to stand, but didn't want to risk it, more of a reason for the "White Fox" to tell someone. But she was more interested in who the man was. Caitlin couldn't think of anyone, it was going to bug her until she found out. Her eyes became clouded with thoughts as she hovered in the air.

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The young ones had clever words indeed but with a chuckle the White Fox felt they were taking him way to literally. He was speaking about ideas and philosophies with the underling purpose being don't do stupid things that could get you killed unless it is for a darn good reason. Regardless the two seemed to be pushing for information, information that on the surface was basic conversation and polite banter, but sense the person they were talking to was a mysterious wizard in a mask it was also fishing for details that could lead to an identity. Still leaning on his staff the White Fox titled his head for a moment to show he was thinking about his response, as an expression would mean nothing to them with the mask.

"I have no concern about the teachers, other than the fact they might not appreciate someone like me running around helping out here and there. Not sure why that might be, I'm such a likable fox. The mask does what a mask is meant to do...or not I guess as it really serves a purpose of identity not hiding of identity, that make any sense? I've confronted people who would likely wish harm upon my family and friends should they know the handsome face behind this mask," he stood and looked up towards the castle to pose and raise a hand to his chin, "Alas I am but a player upon the stage which is the world, under the play that is life. A player performing his role as best he can for the audience and the critics alike. You asked me what I fear. Bad reviews mostly. Those critics can just suck the life out of a good performs you know?" The White Fox planted his staff and cart wheeled over it to land and then give it a few spins before letting it rest lazily on his shoulder, "I've always been curious does your backside get sore after sitting on a stick for so long? That can't be entirely comfortable really, I would think mine would go to slip and get that horrible tingling sensation."

Caitlin listened to the masked man, then to Sam. She could fly for a bit longer, but Sam wanted to go inside. She shrugged then nodded, "Yeah, Sure." Caitlin said and floated toward the bridge. Once she was on the bridge, she hopped off the broom and waited for Sam to esort her back to the broom closet.

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