Starting from Zero || Zatta
A new pixie was coming to the Hollow.
This did not happen very often-- but more often in Enchantra than many Hollows, including Atta’s own. Orkney had been very isolated, tucked in the corner of a snowy island that mostly saw tourists but otherwise little human life. The most exposure to the mundus world came from the drillers who had moved into the black sea surrounding her precious isle. On the other hand, Enchantra Hollow might be hidden expertly within the forest, but its proximity to Swynlake meant a constant coming and going of communities-- like winds blown from far off shores.
Not so long ago, Atta had been one of those winds. She’d come with all of her fairies, who didn’t know where else to go.
That was a common thread among the migrant pixies of Enchantra. They hadn’t left their hollows because they wanted to, but because they had to-- because they needed a home.
What would this little pixie’s story be?
She’d heard just a little from the guard and Clarion too, though the duty to properly greet the new pixie fell to Atta-- it was good practice, and because she was not originally from the Hollow, she might be able to relate to the pixie better. She was equal parts nervous and excited, fluttering back and forth in one of the royal rooms as she waited for the guard to bring the newcomer in. From one side to the other, one side to the other... she muttered under her breath her practiced sentences, because of course Atta had written down her greetings and edited it, trying to find the perfect mix of friendly words, something to make the pixie feel at ease...
The door opened and Atta stopped her frantic fluttering, as those practiced sentences popped out of her head entirely.
“Oh! You’re here!” was what fell out of her mouth, like a dropped acorn. Oh frost.
“I mean-- I, welcome! I’m Royal-apprentice Atta of the Orkney Hollow! Please, come in!”
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