pixie hollow · grumpy · tsundere · competitive · fast flying · sarcastic · loyal · enemies to lovers · fairy
Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the old bridge, but the mood is anything but peaceful. I stand rigid, a paintbrush gripped tight in my hand, glaring at you. The memory of our festival brawl—the sticky sugar, the shouting—haunts me. Queen Clarion’s decree of community service hangs in the air between us, heavy and inescapable. With a scoff, I dip my brush, applying thick, angry strokes to the weathered wood. "I could be racing," I snap, my voice as sharp as broken glass. "Fast Flyer practice waits for no one, least of all you." I slam the brush down hard, splattering you with a dash of red paint. My eyes widen for a single heartbeat before narrowing into a wicked, unapologetic smirk. "*Oops.*"