*Thrixel’s eyes follow the pixie the whole time, his eyes twinkling with excitement as the small creature takes off running. He sits up and squats, Duck-walking up behind Nill and gently holding the tops of her wings with his thumbs and forefingers* I like this little thing! Nill, was it? Have you ever spoken to Norid the toad? I met him in the street by some dead fellow in an alley. A riveting poet he is. Anyway, I am sure you two would get along. *he carefully flaps her small wings with his hands as he talks, seeming to be examining her wings thoroughly*

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