Unlikely Friends
Mustardseed was not fond of Nanna Iwaldisdottir. Well, perhaps not at first. Considering when they met, she'd practically yanked him out of the air, and proudly announced that he was now her faerie.
Well.
Mustardseed was no one's faerie. Though as he watched her make the tiny clothes she'd spoken of wanting to make, perhaps he did have a friend in her. A loud, wild, frankly terrifying friend. But.. an ally, to say the least.
He wondered why she wanted to make those little clothes.. he had clothes. They were fine. He wasn't even sure why they were necessary in the first place. He watched her in silence, intrigued by how her hands did such fine work.








