#pixie laudna au!

She did not look much like the rosy-cheeked, flower-clad, butterfly-winged pictures of pixies Imogen had seen in storybooks. There was an insect-like jerkiness to the way she moved, like a windup toy missing its key. Her clothes were rags and her hair was in tangles. Her eyes didn’t quite seem to fit in her head. But even so she was the most enchanting thing Imogen had ever seen. Noticing her, the fairy let go of the bars and scurried to the side of the cage closest to Imogen. “Help,” she whispered in a conspiratorial hiss. -- Imogen finds something unusual on the shelves of Faramore's General Store. Imodnovember 2025 Day 8: Gelvaan