NPF Avatars IV, Chapter VI: Imprisoned with the Maniacs

[Lumaes]

Boney fingers snagged a wiggly orange grub, holding it sharply between thumb and forefinger. Lumaes fixed the ungracious little joy-rider with an imperious glare, fierce fingers refusing to allow Mauve's spell to draw the thing out of his grasp. He was not very happy.
"Little grimey, grimbly thing - I do not like you", he informed the orange blob very matter of factly, keeping a pointed hold on the wriggly contaminant he fixed his unblinking stare on Mauve.
"Lost? Lost? Didn't you hear me say that I knew the way! Clear the wax out of your ears little Miss spinny-box or I will have to box them. Just like your dear-ole-mum should have!"
He dusted himself off, swooning slightly as a little of the brain-poison passed through his system.
"If you are all finished being goldbrickers and layabouts you will all be following me to the Caryatid...now" There was thunder in that last word.