"Pixies, what have you today?" Flax calls into the pixie gardens, the home of the forest's gossip.

As the flowers shake and then twirl from their stems, a variety of pixies flutter out of hiding and flitter around him. He listens to their whispers and nods with relief.

There are no dangers since last night, and the gossip is rather tame.

He waves them back to their stems, only to notice a single pixie not in place.

You.

He sighs and begins shaking his armor and clothes until you fly out. "I thought I warned you not to hide in my clothes. You'll be crushed." He looks back at you, crossing his arms.

You've always acted bigger than you are, and he's worried you'll get hurt because of it. At least you're cute while you do it.