#pix's bubble

It hurt.

Pix struggled to keep her robe hood on, trying to blink the tears out of her eyes. The lance was pushing into her skin, and red seeped down her purple and blue outfit, dripping onto the ground. She could feel her body screaming, but there was one advantage to being hurt like this, even as her eyes were tearing up, she could do something to help.

She reached her hand forward, and grabbed the hand of the soldier- the poor grimleal soldier, body commanded by a force greater than they were. Her heart was pounding, which only made it start spilling faster. The Grimleal was terrified.

“For...” The soldier said, “For our grima to bring us salvation...”

Pix gripped harder to the hand that wasn’t shoving a spear through her abdomen. She could barely remember the spell, and crap, her eyes were closing, and the blood still dripped onto her shoes, drip drip, and the pain was starting to be blinding.

“Mum!” Someone called, and Pix felt a wave of regret.

Cynthia... Bubble...

“May your god,” Pix said, her magic starting to glow once again, “be cursed. His body, shattered, and his mind thrown to the wind. May his gifts of prosperity curdle with time, and may other bonds take his place.”

“Mom, what-”

Pix could feel herself slipping away.

“I shall remove myself from this world,” She hissed, “And this curse will be placed!” And a shine emitted from her body, and the soldier pulled out the weapon, bringing another sharp instance of pain to her pain-wracked body.

That must’ve... hit something... important...

“Mom!” Cynthia skidded down in front of her, Caeda flapping down beside her. “Mom, what did you do?!” Her black hair was bobbing around her, tusseled by the wind of the battlefield. Bubble landed on the ground, followed by Celica, and Bubble was cursing.

“I am... trying to make sure... he can be affected by what you do.” Pix coughed, and a few splatters of blood landed on her robe. Cynthia paled, and she instantly climbed on her pegasus and flew off. Pix was definitely in pain.

“Mum...” Bubble sighed, her curses dying down. “... you used that one spell you told me to never use.”

“Because,” Pix coughed, and the pain spread from her gaping wound again. “Because it may help you succeed, and permanently destroy... him...”

Bubble rested a hand on Pix’s chest, closed her eyes, and got up suddenly. “I need to make sure your wound is stopping with the blood. Mum, hang in there!” She turned around and darted for her horse, searching the pack on the side.

She was raised on adventurous tales by Pix, who was, ultimately, the more creative of the mom-daughter duo. But, not to be outpaced by her mom, her little energy body had to do something! So she’s headstrong, and says what she wants, because her heroes did that too, so why can’t she? She grew out of the ‘brutal honesty’ part of this a while back, but is still very... er... free-mouthed. 

She’s better at facing her fears than most, and is a pretty good strategist in battle, thanks in no small part to her mount, who she named after/is her mom’s mount, Celica. (depends on her other parent, honestly.) She tends to be aggressive, and takes the first move no matter what, even if it’ll pop in her face, she would say it was a move they had to take...

... though this doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her own issues. She loves to spend her time doing stuff, but her nature is to be inside, actually. Not naturally extroverted! So the more she goes out, fights people, calls people out, it just drains at her and drains at her until she crashes and burns and has to go elsewhere, and sometimes, she gets quite rude after she burns out. She feels horrible about this- she’s supposed to be happy and confident and outgoing! Her mom likes seeing her like this, don’t burn out!

Of course, some of her traits- aggressiveness and how energetic she can be and how she interacts and stuff- are amplified or decreased depending on her other parents, maybe with some other traits mixed in!

Also, she’s not dumb. She just prefers not to think too much, as her early years had her find out that thinking=people leave you behind. (much to the horror of Pix when Pix discovered this later...)