Irish Breakfast Tea

[tartswithtea]

Has anybody seen a pair of pixies running about? They've been out for days and I'm growing worried for them... one of them looks like a young woman with very long hair, she can fly and is garbed in white. With her should be a wood pixie, and he is brown and very lengthy looking. They usually are with me but... something has gotten into them...

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[followyouthere]

[Margot is staggering by, on her search for Hello Miffy (how a giant two headed cat/rabbit monstrosity is hard to find is beyond her, but). She's still sick, still injured, and still trailing fire, magic going haywire.]

[tartswithtea]

[The wood pixie hides for this one, because Fire is scary. But the sky pixie follows a long for a moment, before deciding what she's going to do.

That thing? Involves pulling your shirt over your head and floating off with a scream of laughter as you struggle to fix it. They don't have boundaries, really.]

[followyouthere]

[Yells, struggling to right her shirt and turning around, looking for her assailant.

And... there's no one there. What.]

[tartswithtea]

[kolkolkol--i mean, kehkehkehkeh!

The little pixie flutters about the young woman as she tries to figure out what just happened.

Then, touching her on the forehead. pauses, and speaks.

A voice Margot could recognize will be heard, but there is no person around to identify them.]

[followyouthere]

[Margot freezes, looks around.]

Er...

[tartswithtea]

[Again! Calling you! The direction seems obvious, but where or where do you think?]

[followyouthere]

N-Nadia?!

[It sounded like she might be in trouble and she immediately feels bad -- if Margot had stayed put, her sister wouldn't be out looking for her.

She'll stagger off quickly as she can in the direction she thinks the voice is coming from, heading down the street.]

[tartswithtea]

[There might be a wood pixie ready to trip you now.]

[followyouthere]

[And down she goes, not watching where she's going.] Fuck!

[tartswithtea]

[Que the laughter!

They seem delighted, and dance around the poor girl, then wait as she gets up.]

[followyouthere]

Wh-who's there?

[She's going to stay on the ground, body pain wracked and having a violent coughing fit, hardly getting those words out.]