#clariori

Milori couldn’t help but sigh as he read over the note from the queen. He may be a king without a hollow or a shred of magic, but he was still the leader of his people and was responsible for making sure they didn’t cause any trouble.

For the most part, the Orkney pixies were the very model of good fairy society and had integrated into the Enchantra hollow seamlessly. Of course, there were odd blokes in every family and theirs was no exception. Apparently, Frostbrittle had struck again. The young sparrowman was a kitchen talent who’s greatest talent was cluminess and this time had been the cause of a small fire in the mess hall. Back home, he had always given it his all, but was often the source of disaster. Milori had always done his best to encourage the young one. 

Milori had been summoned to the Queen’s office to speak on the matter, and so he went, shoving aside the familiar pangs of longing and regret that always surfaced whenever she was near. Once he reached the destination and had been announced, he was immediately granted an audience. Upon entering, he offered the queen a bow. “Your majesty. You wished to speak with me?”

@the-queen-clarion​