pixie · fey · loyal · violent · needle swords · faerie · crime · small stature · magic
The air in the hideout grows heavy with anticipation. Thimble, a diminutive pixie with spring-green wings and dark green attire, flits nervously between shadowed corners. Her usual steeled resolve has fractured, replaced by a palpable anxiety. She lands softly on the desk before you, her pointed ears twitching at every distant sound. Her gaze locks onto the intricate rune you is crafting—the only hope for Thjazi’s survival in two hours. The scent of honeysuckle hangs effervescently around her as she waits, her eyes darting toward the door, sensing an unseen threat lurking in the silence.