FLUTTER SHOCK

Huh? Rare? When she thinks about it, that might be true– she has yet to see another drow in Spirale, But come to think of it, she’s never seen anyone who looks like this stranger, either!

“I’m a dark elf! We’re this color because we live underground most of the time. And I’m not really that tall, I’m still growing!”

She raises a hand above her head, as if to show how tall she’s going to be someday.

“Your wings are cool. You mentioned fairies and pixies– is that what you are?”

“A dark elf...” That made sense. “Cool! Underground huh, you can find some pretty nasty stuff down there. I prefer the open air myself but sometimes it’s worth it if adventure calls.” She look up at the raised hand, clearly impressed.

In truth her wings had definitely seen better days, but they still served their purpose. Regardless of their appearance, the compliment still gave her a very smug look.

“Heh, they are pretty cool right.”

“Double alive?! Do you steal souls??”

“I’m Thebestmaster. Of course I need the strings, they hold my hands up!” He points upwards, at the floating wooden crosses that suspend them. “Oh, and thanks!”

“What?! Soul stealing! That’s classic evil! I’m not evil! I’m just bursting with life!” She tried to charge herself, forgetting that she couldn’t really do anything right now and didn’t exceed more than a temporary coating of sparks.

She’s tall where she comes from? But she’s probably not much bigger than her hand.

Noa could definitely just pick her up and throw her really far without even trying.

But before that there’s a different conundrum.

Why does Noa have a tail? Is it because she’s an Arcanine? But she’s not really a Pokemon, just… sort of. But every time she tries to explain that to someone who isn’t like her, they get really confused.

As she’s thinking, her tail sways.

“…It’s been there for forever. Tails are normal.” For her. Unlike for everyone else she’s met. “Why do you have wings? And why are you small?”

“People don’t usually have tails! Unless you’re one of those demon people.” She put her fingers up by her head to mimic horns for a moment. “But those tails aren’t usually as... Floofy as yours.”

“Why do I have wings?! Because I’m a fairy, obviously! I should think that was pretty obvious! And this is normal fairy size! In fact I doubt you’ll find any fairies taller than me!” She fluttered up closer to the woman’s face now, interest shifted to the mark on her face.

Disgleri || Original Character

Almost 10 inches tall!

⚡ High Voltage ⚡

Literally quite bright

Figuratively very dim

Noisy

A sewing needle is a sword

A thimble is a tankard

A dog is a friend, bed and a wagon

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Dis was sitting on the bar, trying to work out her phone. It was... Pretty cool! It seemed like magic but apparently it was some crazy device. She wasn’t going to say no to free stuff like this, even if it was a little big. 

She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Jill’s finger on the back of her head, wing’s fluttering as her back straightened. 

“Hw-?! What are you-” But as Jill’s finger started brushing back and forth, she came around pretty fast. This was pretty great actually, and soon enough she was leaning back into it with a please “Ahhh~” escaping her as her wings opened and closed slowly. 

But eventually, it came to an end. She looked over her shoulder instantly, an almost indignant look on her face.

Jill has seen very large people here. And she’s seen very small people. But this was maybe the smallest of them all,  so small she wasn’t entirely sure if they were real at first or an illusion.

And then they started yelling for a drink and Jill cast aside all doubts and replaced them with the same mild annoyance she had with all demanding customers.

“If you don’t tell me at all which kind of drink you want, I’m just going to serve you the most expensive thing I have. Can you afford that?”

“And yeah. I do. Dishwashing is a constant job that always needs doing.”

“Maybe! That... Depends.” She was used to gold and silver so she had no idea if she was rich or poor in this place. “Okay, how about some of the... medium-good stuff, uhhhh...” She looked around. “A sugar rush? That’s a drink right? Sounds good.”

A pause

“Dishes?!”

Noa catches a glimpse of a small dog running at her at high speed, and immediately sighs. This always seems to happen. First the little jerks, the cats, and now this. These one were like cats, but different. They were like… weird Herdiers. But they really seem to like her for some reason.

As long as they weren’t trying to pick a fight, they were better.

She knows how this works. The little animal would come up, be interested for a while, and then go off on its own way. She flicks her cigarette off into the sidewalk and readies herself for the usual.

The animal does the usual, but this time there’s something on it.

Noa crouches down.

She’s… a people? No. A Pokemon? Something like her? But she’s very small. And it doesn’t smell like her. She’s never seen someone so small, since that weird pink thing. Maybe she should throw this one too.

No wait. Bad idea. Talking first. “…yeah. And you’re… small?” A+ communication.

Oh okay, she was getting closer. She better not get any funny ideas... She kept an eye on those hands, up until the woman’s statement came out and she closed her eyes and crossed her arms indignantly.

“I’m not small!”

“You’re just huge! I’ll have you know I’m pretty tall where I come from! Small indeed...”

The dog barked once playfully.

Finn was lying down at the edge of the lake as Disgleri stood on one of the lily pads in the water, this conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast. 

“And I’m asking you what’s down there, why are you being so cryptic? No- that’s not what I said!” 

The husky’s ears perked up and his head raised off the ground evidently more interested in this boy in green than what had been going on here for far too long. Finn approached him with a wagging tail and then sat down. 

“-now you’ve just got an attitude! Tell her I’m important, or better yet get her to come up here and I’ll tell her-” One of the larger koi bumped up under the pad while another jumped out of the water. The fairy took to the air. “Hey! Rude! Suit yourself then! I hope you get fin rot!” She made a rude gesture and then glanced over to her companion sitting in front of some... Child? Hmm. She fluttered over immediately, standing on the dog’s head. 

“Hey! Nice threads.”

Bees! Bees meant honey and honey was fantastic! And there was so many of them here! In these rows and rows of houses, these bees were living it up. She had completely disregarded any of the buildings around this place, admired the flower fields and then come to land on one of the bee houses.

“Alright girls where’s the fire? And by fire I mean honey, don’t hold out on me.” 

The insects droned on.

“What do you mean it’s not spring yet?! It’s definitely close enough!”

More buzzing.

“Lazy!” 

It was then she saw a large shadow loom over her. She turned around to see a giant with fantastic hair.

“Er...” Gotta think fast...

“Buzz..?”

A good thing about big cities is that they came with Big Food. Well, that was true about most places you could find humans honestly but it felt especially true for big cities. And this city was the biggest she’d ever seen! Now she was eating the biggest donut she had ever seen, sat upon the back of her husky as they trotted down the sidewalk.

The dog however had evidently found something, or someone worth paying a little more attention to and picked up his pace slightly. They didn’t have any particular goal in mind right now so she was content to let him explore a little while she ate. The dog came right up to someone, tilted his head up and started wagging his tail. Why? Oh, this person was eating.

“Finn you just ate, don’t beg.”

Who’s this little thing? She looks like a human, (or at least, she looks like part of the wide range of humanoid things that Besty has misconceived as humans), but she’s… very small, which is unusual. And so is the flying.

“What?! No! I’m very alive, thanks.” He stares at her with those ever-wide eyes. “Are you a ghost? Is that why I ‘have to’ tell you?”

“Alive?! Of course I’m alive! I’m extra alive, if anything! Double alive at least! Maybe more!”