The Epitome quest

He stepped forward -Invisible Slowly dissipated in rhythm with word She looked around Searching for a plausible cause An overly pronounced Ahh punctuating his appearance A wry smile trundled across his lips -there is power in words and I am Float and you are Epitome Someone has stolen a word and we need you to find it The only problem no one knows what it is…. Why float, a look of question frowning on her face I created it-he replied it’s actually my first one He carried on We have three days By that time you need to choose Choose.choose what, she asked The words you need on your quest Courage has volunteered We can’t find fear and Whimsy is chasing a butterfly in a field