#theirishwix

[hotheadedchild]

@theirishwix

Even though he’d been traveling for three years now, Örjan never quite got tired of romping around the islands, exploring every nook and cranny in his quest to find his parents and other dragon shifters. The young boy enjoyed the sense of independence it gave him, and the sense of adventure helped stave the loneliness that came with being on his own.

Though, while he enjoyed his solitary quests, it was always nice to run into a familiar face. As he explored Urga in his dragon form, he noticed a familiar scent on the wind. Curious, he scurried towards it, soon recognizing it as he got closer.

A small growl was given as greeting before he remembered to shift back to his human form, tumbling in the grass a bit as he did. “Peggy! Whatcha doing?”

[derkleineschneidern-blog]

"Oh shit- don't move. Yer have a friend in yer hair."

With Lara off getting flowers from some place called Sunny Days, Noah was free to wander Utopia for a few hours. He’d just been around to visit a couple of his old friends and was about to head back to Lara when he heard a voice call out to him.

He jolted slightly upon hearing the voice, but was quick to heed the person’s advice and he held as still as he possibly could; although he had no idea what they’d meant by ‘friend.’

[tomorborjigin-blog]

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@theirishwix

“Well...you have a point there, I guess.” He shrugged, “What were you doing around the time of the murder, anyway?”

[autumn-pixie-hera-blog]

“I don’t want to talk about how or why I’m here, just help.”

@theirishwix

He frowned a bit in thought, though he didn’t appear upset, “I wasn’t really going to ask why you’re here... it’s a resort. There’s only so many reasons it could be...” He stood up from his spot at the desk, however, rolling his shoulders with a slight crunch as he eased the ‘joints’ that had gone stiff from sitting in one place for too long (though it sounded more like leaves being squished together- since he was actually made of leaves)

“What can I help you with?”

[crasnicul]

Of hemlocks and nightshades.

It was late afternoon when Mihai came wandering out of the pub, searching for the one vendor his drinking buddies had suggested. The girl with red hair. Could not be too hard to spot, red heads were not too common around these parts.

It took Mihai maybe about half an hour to locate said girl. He may or may not have walked down that same path a couple of times already but in his slightly tipsy state, he didn’t know any better. 

Instead, he approached her with a wide grin. “I never did have an ear for music...?” And waited, seemingly expecting a response.

[onearmedsmithy-blog]

"Hey Klaus," the Wix shifted closer, having been let in by his father, "are you... feeling any better?"

He looked up from the piece of scrap paper he was doodling on at the kitchen table. Scribbling on really, simple flowers and spirals dotting the page next to his laptop, of which the screen had long gone dark.

“Hey, Peggy...” His voice was quiet and low. He looked tired, his sad eyes looking more so then usual. “I... I guess... I uh... left my room.” He paused for a moment. “Did... um... did Lutz tell you what happened or something?”

[otterly-adxrable-blog]

“No! Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what?” Feliciano asked, as he balanced precariously on one foot on the edge of a cliff, trying to get a good selfie.

[faeriemedic-archive]

@theirishwix

“Maybe,” she said, eyes still following bird, “maybe not.”

She turned her attention to him, “in Wixen society, the things I do ain’t seen as great. So I don’t really think about the worth of it. I just do it ‘cause it feels right, and ‘cause it makes me feel better.”

A pause, “it’d be nice to be seen as a wonderful Wix, though.”

“Oh..” Francis frowned, putting a hand on the Wix’s shoulder. “That sounds awful.” He looked down as he further processed what she’d just said.

“It sounds like your kind of magic is undervalued there, although..well, I don’t know how you would take this from a stranger,” he laughed lightly, “..but I think all sorts are important--that applies to any occupation, doesn’t it? Without you, your patients wouldn’t do so well. And that’s wonderful.”