"Oh, I see yoo've gone an' underestimated me!
Good."
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nonixie nixie, woodland pixie;
stalker in the woodlands and tamer of beasties
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a shot
straight through your π½ππΆππ
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"Why should I care wot people have tae say about me?
They're only gonna go an' get it wrong."
Buscarron doesn't stop buffing his countertop,
but he smiles at the name. "Aye, I know Nixie
well. Comes in fer a drink with her fathers all
the time. Don't see her with other folk often -
and usually not the same people more'n thrice."
but he smiles at the name. "Aye, I know Nixie
well. Comes in fer a drink with her fathers all
the time. Don't see her with other folk often -
and usually not the same people more'n thrice."
An archer in training shudders. "Mean
wif a bow, she is! An' those beasts she 'tames'...
ain't a tame one among 'em, mark me!"
The Wood Wailer raises a brow. "Nixie is a
good sort. She follows the rules enough to not get
in trouble."
A conjurer of Stillglade Fane furrows her brow.
"Always in here with some kind of scratch or bite from
some kind of beast. But she's very sweet.
Brings in meat or vegetables for our services."
"Always in here with some kind of scratch or bite from
some kind of beast. But she's very sweet.
Brings in meat or vegetables for our services."
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stalked, snared, and πππ·πΉπππΉ
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"Beasts're easy.
It's people what's complicated."
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WIP