Softly through the air were the curious air bubbles of the Luma Pools, every now and then echoing a soft pop. Waterfalls crashed in many places, some bigger and some small along with a show of light shining through the many droplets being splashed. Ori and Meena ran across the pretty place.

Ori had a clear mind despite the avalanche of events that happened recently. Kwolok was the heart of the Wellspring Glades, and couldn't bear to imagine how impactful it would be if something happened to him.

"What has happened to Kwolok? Why has he moved here?" Ori asked.

"He stubbornly came to vanquish that creature you helped expel from the Wellspring Mill!" Meena explained with urgency. "He said he needed to do this. To correct a mistake of the past."

That foul thing, Ori recalled. It has retreated to this place? Could be so since it likes to affect the waters with its taint. That thing was ferocious, far too dangerous for anyone to take on.

"Kwolok chased the fiend by himself but once we reached him, he began to act strange suddenly. It was then our struggle began. That parasitic fiend has taken Kwolok as a host and is controlling him. You may be the only one who can help."

Ori gulped in dryly. Why couldn't it be a calm stroll through these serene watery fields? Being such a pretty place, it must also be under the protection of Kwolok. He held back corruption more than just the marsh. How much has he endured? Ori pondered on the run.

"Who else came here?"

"Opher, Mokk, and Grom. They are all trying to support Kwolok against that fiend."

And they were not successful thus far, Ori noticed. Of course not, no one should engage that fiend without preparation. Without light to harm it, hardly anything else will do the job. They wanted to help but were completely unequipped to take on such a fight.

Meena arrived at a wall that had to be climbed to proceed, but she quickly made an easier method with the flora around. A coral mushroom was set on the ground and Ori observed what was its purpose. Meena jumped into the coral and it worked like a trampoline, launching her up. Meena arrives at the top of the high ground, awaiting Ori to do the same.

"This is one of the very squishy corals of the pools around. Try jumping on them."

Ori found it so interesting and so he jumped it and up he went. On the way, Ori managed to pop a bubble and found it fun. If it wasn't for the circumstances it would be so nice to spend some time fooling around.

"It must be so nice to play around here," Ori said as he arrived with Meena.

"It is a delight for sure. Many mokis love to spend some time here, but it's dangerous just like the marsh. The abundant aquatic life here is impaired and frenzied. It became difficult even to fish."

"There are fish in every pool here?"

"There are. Hundreds even. It might not look like it, but all the pools are connected via tunnels," Meena explained. "It is possible to swim through each one of them."

Well, at least the place can keep its aesthetic beauty. They moved on to a high ground in the aquatic wonderland and felt the earth rumble. The sound of something huge diving into the water reached them.

"That must be them! Let's hurry!" Meena said and picked up the pace. When they found Mokk and company they were hurt and stanced to battle. Mokk had a slingshot in hand while Grom wielded a large wood club. Opher used the staff of the Hui Tribe. They try to recover their breaths in a momentous opportunity while keeping their utmost attention on an agitated pool in front of them.

"We are back. I found help!" They hear and are reinvigorated by the presence of the guardian spirit.

"Thank the light! We can end this now!" Mokk said.

"How is Kwolok?" Meena asked but knew that things still were terrible.

"Nothing, yet. That thing still has him. Nothing we do can damage it!"

"Be prepared! This is far from over!" Grom announced as the pool bubbled blackish goo.

Kwolok was not in sight but the bubbling pool revealed as much. Ori breathed in to calm down. Against Decay an unfocused mind won't help. Ori stepped forward, readying himself.

"You need light, the power of light." Ori shared. "Our elements have advantages and disadvantages when fighting certain opponents. And light is what hurts Decay the most."

"That is great to hear! Kwolok is getting more hurt by each second we fail to free him. Please we beg you. Save our guardian!" Opher pleaded with a worried face.

A roar came from the waters. Kwolok rose slowly from the pools, quickly towering before them. His face was contorted in pain and sorrow while so much taint of Decay crept around his body. The sight was horrible. Ori lost the very air in his lungs. Above Kwolok the parasite embedded itself on his back, taking all control over the toad and using him as a meat shield. Multiple tendrils lashed out as it fed on the poor guardian.

The toad's eyes were the most heart-wrenching sight. They were losing their shine and transmitted so much despair.

"R-Run! Please run!" Kwolok made an effort to talk and screamed in pain as the foul fiend rocked the huge toad forward. "No..! No!"

"Look out!" Opher alerted and everyone got out of the way as Kwolok was slammed face-first into their previous position. The group seethes as they are forced to watch their beloved guardian suffering the most hideous treatment that they could think of.

The parasite noticed the presence of the guardian spirit and forced Kwolok to face him. Ori could barely believe the amount of pain that Kwolok must be in. And once being faced, Ori had the blade ready. Short seconds passed as the fiend kept Kwolok still but suddenly Ori understood what was that for. Kwokok shot his tongue at Ori at incredible speed but thankfully Ori had enough reflex to dodge a toad's most lethal weapon.

"It seemed to have focused on Ori! Everyone, give him cover!" Grom shouted for the group to move.

And while he did, Ori started to take distance, trying to think of a way of attacking the field without hurting Kwolok. The parasite's many tendrils latch on the treetops and propel Kwolok forward. Another pool stood behind Ori and he needed to create a bit of distance.

Ori breathed in, diving into the waters and swimming away. The fiend gives chase, using Kwolok as a battering ram against any obstacles.

"Why is he running away!?" Grom asked as Kwolok is used to open the way. "What cowardice is this!?"

"It's not cowardice! We must go after them!" Mokk tried defending whatever Ori was intending.

"Go, go, go!" Opher shouted and they began to run.

The clear waters allowed Ori to see well, and so did the many fishes around. They expose teeth like piranhas and attempt to bite down the fleeing spirit. Ori manages to bash them away and propel himself forward, but one manages to cut his leg. Ori almost lost air to the sharp pain and the blood in the waters drew even more company. Longish squids made their attempt to attack Ori but met their end with a swing of his sword. Ori bashed more and more attackers while he could hear the scream of Kwolok above. Attacking underwater demanded much more effort and Ori wouldn't be able to keep it up.

Ori rose from the waters and once resurfacing, he glanced back to see a tendril coming straight at him. Ori used his energy to push himself to the side and successfully dodged yet another deadly attack. That gave Ori an idea of how to quickly move around water. He hops off the pool and runs on land, the screams of Kwolok following close behind.

Ori felt the pain but how can he do this!? All the running led Ori to be halted by a fall that led to a basin filled with water. The largest pool he had seen so far. It is surrounded by many waterfalls and many trees canopies above led down multiple vines to hang from their branches. In this space, Ori thought, at least the fiend could not slam Kwolok against any surface.

It has to be in this basin that a confrontation has to happen. It would be difficult having no solid ground to rely on, but Ori had no choice. He jumped high and grabbed the vines, swinging into the middle of the basin. Ori waited for the fiend and it arrived shortly after. Gripping the high and lush branches that loomed over the basin.

"Little one… You mustn't worry about me!" Kwolok weeps in untold pain.

And such words hurt to hear. "Please hold on! I swear we will save you!"

While the others tried to follow Ori, they took a path through land safer than swimming with the vicious aquatic fauna. Mokk is the first to notice something important. Floating in the pools Ori swam through and now at the pool's edge were various glowing orbs, pulsing with the energy of the light.

"Guys, wait!" Mokk asked and the group halted.

"What is it? We don't have time to play around!" Opher complained.

"Look there, stupid!" Mokk pointed to the light orbs.

"Huh? What are those?"

"Help me pick them up! They are explosives! Ori left them behind for us to use!"

Grom, Meena, and Opher are taken aback by the information. Mokk had seen it before. Spheres that Ori could create and detonate. This was their weapon to aid Ori in battle.

"Then that's why he thought about running away. To give us a means to fight it and lure it into an open field." Grom finally understands. "Light has an advantage against Decay! Forgive me for judging so soon!" he tried to apologize and began to hoard all the spheres he could together with Opher.

"But how are we using them? How do they detonate?" Meena asked.

"We need to hurl them at the fiend. Grom and Opher can do it while we can offer distraction!" Mokk rummaged through his bag, picking up shiny stones. Fragments of light crystals, long created by the condensed light of the spirit Willow. "These must serve for something."

"Alright. Let's go!" Meena armed herself quickly and they ought to engage the parasite in assistance for Ori.

The group soon were on the borders of the basin preparing themselves with the armaments Ori left them while Ori made eye contact with the fiend holding Kwolok hostage.

Ori closed his eyes for a moment. Breathe in. A mind that loses its temper loses the ability to ratiocinate. No matter what you face, you must keep calm. This is the first rule to become a better fighter.

Ori refocused, determined for the foe before him

Kwolok shoots his tongue straight at Ori and this time nearly hits the spirit as he does not have the balance he'd have on solid ground as well as he's heavier with wet fur. Yet Ori had no time to complain about this as he leaped into the open air and double jumps, changing his trajectory to the opposite side of the group. The fiend naturally turns after the spirit, exposing Kwolok's back to the group and thus making itself vulnerable.

"Now! Bombs away!" Grom launched four light orbs at the same time and Opher another one at nearly point-blank range while swinging in the vines. The moment the orbs come in contact with the foul skin, they explode, causing great damage but also hurting Kwolok in the process.

The creature screeched sharply as the pained groans of Kwolok kept filling the air. The group lamented it, but there was no other way! In consequence, the creature faces the group next, dropping its guard against Ori who had a plain chance to strike the fiend directly. Ori wielded the spirit edge and air dashed to the target, mustering all his strength to deliver Sein's flames where it would hurt most. Ori slashes deeply through the parasite, making it wail in pain and lose its grip on the tree tops.

The fiend and Kwolok fall down into the waters, extinguishing the flames and escaping from sight. The group had no time to plan the next move. The waters blacken and hundreds of slim and sharp pointed tendrils erupt from the waters, violently seeking to kill. They move fast and leave little room to react, but Ori manages to repel the tendrils that come for him, cutting and slicing off many pieces of the tendrils. But against so many, they were quickly overwhelming him.

The group had their own set of tendrils to deal with and some of them sprung from the ground. Mokk and Meena run into grave danger so Opher pulls them up to climb the vines and create a short distance. Grom wrestled against them but had no chance. Grom is bound with vines holding back his many arms and pulling away viciously. Grom growls in pain and as he is vulnerable another vine comes straight up with its sharp tip to pierce through him. Grom makes a desperate effort and with sheer force of his physical capabilities, he rips the tendrils holding back his arms and grasp the piercing one just in time.

"Don't underestimate the gorleks! Our muscles can withstand three times our weight!" He rips the final tendril that sought him and quickly goes to aid Meena and Mokk. The mokis were bound and entangled like they were in the clutches of a snake. Seeking to crush them to death. The pair is dragged away from Grom and the gorlek would not have none of it!

"Release them!" He grabbed the closest stone and fiercely hurled it on the tendril dragging them and ripping it apart. Mokk and Meena are quickly set free but they begin to fall into the basin.

"Opher!" Grom shouts, and the baboon is quick to answer. He swings masterfully and catches them before it is too late. Now to deal with the remaining tendrils would be far too much while holding them. The tendrils went in to attack, caring not for the situation of the Hui warrior but support arrived in the form of flying stones. The masterful aim and throw of Grom was unmatched as the tendrils were destroyed one by one thus allowing Opher to return to safety.

"Thank you!" Mokk and Meena said but the problem was now Ori. "We must help him!"

A literal ball of defiling tendrils formed around Ori like a prison and quickly pulled him into the waters. Ori was holding back the weight for not being crushed and was quickly losing the battle. Opher grabbed one of the few remaining light orbs available and went to Grom.

"Grom! Launch me!" Opher ordered, and the gorlek sent Opher to Ori without delay. Having no blade to cut the tendrils, Opher forced his staff to plunge into the mass of flesh and create enough space to place his hand in. With the hole ready, Opher sent the light bomb to the connecting tendrils to destabilize their hold. "Ori, hold my hand, quickly!"

Ori inside heard the explosion and many tendrils around lost their strength enough for a moment of relief. Opher's hand arrived right after, and without even thinking Ori grabbed it. Opher pulled Ori out of its grasp and swung back to safety.

Ori panted for air as soon he arrived in the short moment he could rest, coughing the pungent smell of the parasite.

"Are you okay?" Opher asked, lending a hand for Ori to stand back up.

"As long as it stays in the waters, we can't attack it!" Grom said.

Time was short before another possible assault of tendrils arrived. And Mokk knew what to do. Similar to the last time he faced the foul presence in the mill, there was a way to take it out of the water.

"I will take it out." Mokk stepped up. "Opher, I will need your help."

"Spit it out. What do you need?" Opher replied.

After Mokk rummages through his bag for a moment, he grabs a shadowy ore.

"A gorlek ore." Grom notices. "They are rare since our mines were sealed."

Mokk agrees, "This is unfortunately my last one. So I need to make it count." With the light crystal on the other hand, Mokk instructs Opher on what to do with just a playful smile. "Catch me!"

Mokk jumps into the basin, startling everyone and Opher quickly jumps after him. Due to the reaction these stones have together, Mokk had to be closer for the blinding flash to impact the fiend. Mokk pressed both stones together, like lighting their fuse and throwing it into the water below. Opher arrives in time and catches Mokk to go back up.

"Are you crazy, you stupid rodent?!" Opher exclaimed moments before the waters flashed and erupted. A drowned roar echoes and waters rage.

The fiend started climbing out of the waters and gripped the treetops, rising into view with Kwolok. It roars, having several less tendrils at its disposal. Mokk rejoiced and fortunately, the flash wouldn't hurt Kwolok as it would the fiend. Arriving back, the group prepared themselves.

It seemed far from over, but Ori could not keep risking the lives of Mokk and others like this. The foul fiend seemed to be drawn to him, so Ori thought of using this fixation to make them safe. "You guys stay back here."

"Not a chance!" Opher retorted. "This fight is ours too! The life of our guardian is at risk."

"It is focusing me, so use this chance to retreat. It is far too dangerous for you guys to stay here."

Meena understood the worry, but none of them could simply get out, no matter if they couldn't help as much. It was a matter of honoring Kwolok for all the years he protected the marsh. "We can't do that, Ori. We made a promise to aid Kwolok in vanquishing that monster. We can't simply stay back as we hear our guardian's pain."

"You heard her, champ. Now lend me some ammo. I will make every throw count!"

"Those are not easy to simply dispense away, you know?" Ori said back to Grom, as it clearly demanded a good amount of energy to make them. Especially if the orbs need to be bigger for this case. Ori nodded still, creating a few new light orbs to arm the gorlek with the last ammunition available. The rest of Ori's strength had to be used in battle.

Kwolok squirmed in discomfort, and writhed as he fought back the parasite's control and the subtle movement alerted the group of the incoming attack.

"Here it comes!" Ori shouted, and Kwolok shot his tongue at the group, Mokk and Meena dropped to the ground while Ori jumped over it. Grom, surprisingly, gripped the tongue and held firm to deny Kwolok from pulling it back with the price of greatly straining himself.

"GO!" Grom groaned in pain, and Ori promptly ran across Kwolok's tongue as a direct path to the target while Opher took the vines to move. "Mokk! I need help here!" Grom shouted, desperate as the toad's tongue glued to him. Mokk and Meena sprung to the emergency, using rocks and thick sticks to break the adhesive saliva of Kwolok.

Once close enough, Ori jumps high to reach the parasite and a tendril denies the opening by slapping the spirit away. Grom could not hold on and could safely let go so Kwolok could pull back his tongue. Opher was the next to receive attention and tendrils chased after him. The agile monkey bought time with various taunts. Kwolok shot his tongue at Opher many times, and every attempt was one more dangerous than the other for the Hui warrior.

Ori recovered and air dashed to a vine and caught his breath. Planning what to do next and pushing forward.

Nothing works. We can't damage this thing without wounding Kwolok. I can't use the spirit arc, can't use the spirit spike. The parasite will simply block any ranged attack with Kwolok. What else then? It must not go back into the water so I can't use my Sein's flame carelessly. I can at a maximum get a mid-range… wait, at mid-range will be enough! If I can get a brief moment I think I can fire an arrow fast enough! Will it be enough?

Don't overthink! This is not a fail-proof plan, but I have to do something quickly!

Ori came in terms of his next approach and went in.

…

On the Inkwater Marsh, low lightning currency ran across the grass and earth. Seir kept her spirit form and her powers unleashed even if she couldn't keep it up for long. She walked unhurriedly despite her demanding goal. Drawn by the odd and familiar presence she once had by her side.

Ori may have been taken from her. Possibly taken to the Luma Pools since Kwolok made things agitated. Kwolok was of no consequence, but the spirit could be severely harmed. He will survive, she trusted, and later she can heal him back to normal. Her chosen would be secure for a while until she could have him wholly and utterly.

On her walk, the presence she sought came to meet her as an obstacle to impede her from reaching the Luma Pools. Seir's aura jolts the surroundings as she stops before the one she used to be proud of.

Sitting waiting on a rock the Archlancer stood in her way with the renowned spear in hand. Wearing the same fine armor, however, worn and defiled by time and Decay.

"Zerin," Seir recognized, her voice was soft and unthreatening.

"Seir," Zerin gripped his spear, never again calling her as Her Grace. "Your rule brought this land to ruin. And still, you seek to impose your power upon the weak, like you had any right to command anymore."

"I seek to fulfill my duty. Reordering life and saving us from Decay. I will bring the good of all. Yet you stand in my way."

"Don't lie to me." Zerin's words were angrier by the second. "You do not care for the well-being of anybody. You do not care about the boy you aim for. You pushed my creator to the brink of death with your demands. And now, you plan to do the same thing to that boy. In the name of life and order..."

"Discourtesy does not suit you, Archlancer. The willow had a duty to fulfill like all of us. She powered Niwen with untold might. When she refused to continue her service, I had to apply order upon her."

Zerin stood up chuckling shortly.

"Powered Niwen? Or powered you? The light of a spirit tree is your sweet nectar. Like a bee drawn to pollen, you took more than she could give."

Seir doesn't respond and Zerin hurls his spear at her in pure wrath. The mighty throw challenges Seir in unimaginable reflexes but she can place her shield to force the spear to change trajectory. The loud scraping of the blade against the shield lasts only a moment as the spear flies away.

Immediately the spear flies back, returning to Zerin and this time Seir moves only barely to get out of its way. Her wing is damaged slightly but quickly heals back to normal.

"So many opposed you." Zerin continues with spear back in hand. "Your mad crusade to judge all the races to obey your will labeled us as monsters. I regret every moment I had to follow your orders. And now, Niwen is forever stained just as our hands are. All that I taught became monsters today."

Seir summons her radiant sword but looks disheartened as her eyes glow more weakly.

"You are right," Seir admitted. "I tried to give all a reason to be in the light, to follow my command in pursuit of glory. But I underestimated how you mortals hold tight to your unpurposeful lives." Her glow returns. "I have failed my duty that night, I won't do so again."

It would confirm that Zerin could not fail in impeding her here and now. He cannot defeat her alone but required to slow her down. To think she had a change of heart was more than a foolish dream now.

"I cherished much of your service, Zerin, and I am sorry for what has happened to you."

"Sorry?" Zerin frowned, visor lighting up. "Are you sorry for how you used my creator? Of how you used her to control me!? Of how you forced her to make more and more spirits to feed your army before their time? Spirits that were deprived of freedom since birth! Spirits that had no chance to see the world with their own eyes before you harnessed control!" He prepared for battle. "I commanded my mindless and nameless brothers and sisters, in YOUR name! You don't know what being sorry means."

Seir does not react and remains stoic, something that Zerin deeply hates. The passage of time for Seir is meaningless. Those alive today will not be there to see the world in many years in the future like her. Why bother? Mortal lives have no significance to hold on to. All those souls were just spirits, doomed to perish like all mortals, isn't it?

"You were taught to not grow attached. Your pain could have been avoided if you had understood they were all disposable soldiers. Soldiers that needed an unbreakable leader." Seir responds coldly. "You exposed yourself to weakness, Zerin. That alone required me to take different methods."

Zerin growled softly, gripping his spear harder than ever had. Everything depended on today, on events that would unbalance order. "While I stand, you will not make Niwen suffer again. You will not return to power!"

"And I mourn your betrayal." Seir points her sword to her foe and both charge forward, clashing and creating a huge and noticeable shockwave traveling great distances. Layla feels the reverberating waves in the air and becomes uneasy. What was that? It felt dangerous and filled with the energy of light and lightning, what force could make such things?

Layla had been climbing the river for good minutes at the utmost speed she could safely maintain. Yet after this exploding noise, she worried if Ori was involved in that. Layla would change her pathing to where the shockwave came from.

But before she could sprint, a loud buzzing of wings reached her. Layla prepared herself, seeking the source of this noise that came into sight was not a mere overgrown bug. A humanoid figure with dragonfly wings arrived almost completely covered in a dark long robe. Layla jumped back, shocked as she couldn't comprehend correctly what her eyes captured.

"Who are you?" Miria asked first.

Layla had her words stuck in her throat for a few seconds, stuttering, "W-what are you?!"

Returned with another question, Miria could comprehend the reaction. "I was once a spirit like you, but our encounter is not about me. Your presence is not mentioned in the prophecy. Are you friend or foe?"

Layla felt threatened this time. She did not comprehend how this figure was once a spirit. She had no time to waste with this terrifying creature, but her space became tight as large mantises and other bugs crawled around.

"I will ask you again: who are you?"

Layla began to ignite, and the air around heats up. A visible orange light circled her natural glow. "I am Layla, a dancer from Kainar and I am in a hurry. I don't know what you want, but I will kindly ask you to get out of my way."

Miria orders a deadly praying mantis to attack and it makes sure Layla perceives its intention. It advances, swinging its bladed front legs furiously to scare the target. Layla stood still, waiting until it got close enough. The corrupted bug struck at middle height from both sides to split Layla in two. Its blades find only air as Layla ducks and quickly counterattacks with a kip-up kick, launching herself up while her hooves meet the bug's chin and force him away.

Layla gets up in that acrobatic move and gives no moment for the foe to recover. In their disorientation, Layla immediately forces them down with a low leg sweep and a straight kick it's back like a soccer ball, launching it away to its brethren still circling the area.

Miria was impressed. To kick such an overgrown insect away was no easy task. Knocking them down and surpassing their natural reflexes, was another point of merit. Her time to analyze was short as Layla focused on her, and rapidly had to dodge a sidekick aimed at her head.

Miria nearly was hit and had no time to breathe as Layla was already coming back.

"̷K̵i̴l̶l̸ ̴h̷e̴r̶.̶"̸

̶"̵D̵o̴ ̷n̸o̴t̸ ̶f̶a̷i̵l̵ ̸a̸g̷a̷i̵n̵.̶"̸

"Y̷o̸u̷ ̶m̸u̵s̵t̸ ̸p̸r̸o̷t̸e̸c̸t̶ ̶t̵h̴e̵m̶.̴"

Whispers assaults Miria, driving her to react against her judgment. Another airborne kick came her way, but this time Miria blocked the attack in an attempt to hold back Layla. Miria held Layla's leg and bared sharp, poisonous teeth to bite her down. Layla would not be able to find purchase to make another move in the air, so Miria went ahead with fangs ready, mouth wide open.

But Layla answers in time, landing a harsh kick on Miria's face with her other leg to save herself. The hit surprises Miria and loosens her grip.

Layla returned to the ground and waited while Miria placed a hand over her cheek, barely healing quickly enough from the kick. And although painful, Miria wasn't infuriated. "Impressive, dancer. Niwen hasn't seen such a martial style of just kicks before."

"Thanks, but I am not available to teach."

Miria almost laughed, and Layla was preparing herself to attack again. "Are you searching for the boy named Ori?" She asked, driving Layla to a full stop.

"You know him? Where is he?!"

"Be calm, he is close to us currently. Before I let you go, I just want to talk."

"Weird coming from someone who attacks me with bugs," Layla stated.

"My apologies," Miria lands on the ground, guarding her dragonfly wings. " But I am required to make sure you are prepared for the threats of Niwen." The surrounding bugs retreat. Layla senses that it was safe to relax her stance and tone down her demanding ignition for now.

"The light of bravery is one of them, believe it or not."

Layla was instructed to not approach Seir at any cost. Yet it is also too soon to make any assumption. "What do you want, Miria?"

"Help," Miria says and Layla feels curious. "We don't have much time… our mind dwindles. Whispers steal our thoughts. We need help if Niwen is to ever have a second chance. We need help… to send your friend back home."

Layla was still skeptical of Miria, but her plea did not sound like a lie. She couldn't know what she could possibly get into, but her last words seemed to be worth the risk. "I will be willing to listen, but only after I ensure Ori's safety."

Miria showed a faint smile of appreciation.

...

A/N: Hello guys, these notes are about the crazy text I used to depict the maddening whispers. Although I liked using it to add a bit of flavor, I fear that it will be jarring and difficult to read for others. Please let me know if it is unfitting or annoying because I am planning to use it a bit more moving forward.