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When the odd man calling himself Kane and the Source of the wind turned up, Eli knew he couldn't hold back his laughter, at the sight of Kane's garishly multicoloured period clothing suit and a top hat. "What's so funny human?" Eli gulped back his own breath, while stopping himself from falling over laughing. "It's just, Kane. Have you actually seen what you are wearing? I doubt anybody else might take your outfit seriously, people who don't know you might think you're a cartoon villain."
Kane's eyebrows arched with irritation, as he seethed politely. "Oh yes. Mock the very person who could create a tornado and send an apology letter, why don't you, Sun attuned. Well, I was sealed away since the early 18th century. What's your excuse for some of those ridiculous outfits I overheard a certain friend of yours talk about on the grape vine?"
Okay, how did Kane even know that? Thought Eli as they replied. "My sense of style isn't very great, either that or the college costume department keeps on getting things wrong."
Yarrow gulped at the sight of Kane's true elemental form, a swirling blue-silver vortex of air hovering above the wood nymph forest, before the Source of Air shifted into a more humanoid shape, as he touched down onto the ground. Kane was not wearing his multi colored outfit. For in a pseudo shapeshifted state between air magic and human form, his hair was constantly windswept and the Source of Air was wearing clouds as clothes.
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Yarrow gulped nervously.