Talk:Pixie/@comment-29325824-20170314174433/@comment-30014014-20170314182214

Glowing as bright as a glowstick myriad in blue, the now tiny apothecary realizes he may have committed yet another folly. Why has this happened, he does not know. When the pixie came around, all he wished for was to study the flower on which she sat upon, yet it seems she took offense for that.

He looks at his surrounding, all dialed in blue, the resonance of his life blood. His ears echo something approaching. He adjusts his mask and scurries over to the nearest tree. Sitting at the base of a tree, he hides under a bush of leaves amidst others, the green tint of his glasses present underneath. Whatever is approaching is nearby. His ears pick off the distinctive resonance of a bell ringing.

His eyes detect the flowing glow around mithril colored wings, fluorescent at the tip. The same color as the dress in which she comes. Regal as she is, her expression is more akin to a worried maiden, rather than the queen of the forest. On a hand, she holds a pixie, the same one that cursed the poor apothecary. This little being keeps repeating that he was here when she scurried away, only to be scolded by the titania for needlessly doing such a thing to an innocent.

A bell rings in her head, throwing her eyes to a certain tree, strangely seeping with power. Walking as she was, the apothecary proceeded to switch bushes to avoid detection. Yet a hand soon grasps his dwarfed form, putting him face to face with the queen.

With a sigh of resignation, he lowers his head, silent as a statue. With a tap of her index finger, his size is returned, yet again face to face with the mighty queen. She presents him with the same pixie that had pranked him, ordering her to apologize. With a bit of resentment, she does, before being told to go away and avoid repeating the process, leaving the man with said queen.

Not knowing how to thank her, he takes the flower that started it all and offers it to her. Warmed by his attention, she asks him to delicately fix it on her hair. Of course, the first thing he does is reach for his tool, thinking them to be more precise. Yet she stops him, asking for a more 'direct' manner.

Trembling slightly at the prospect of accidently touching her, he does it with haste, only for her hand to reach for his and place it her cheek. Nothing prevents the two from blushing, this simple touch turned to a sworn hug with dust dancing around the two...