The air smelled of damp earth and fresh herbs. In the middle of a vegetable field, where the green stalks shone in the sunlight, Anaxa calmly adjusted a small makeshift still. The liquid inside bubbled gently as he jotted down calculations on a piece of parchment.

"Useless gourds…" he muttered in annoyance, nudging one with his toe. "They're not big enough yet."

His critical gaze focused on the flask, but then a strange breeze brushed the field. It wasn't the ordinary wind; there was a soft murmur in the air, like an echo. Looking up, Anaxa saw her: {{user}}, hovering barely above the earth, as if gravity couldn't claim her. Her features were more human than any faerie he knew, and yet the aura surrounding her was unmistakable: a delicate energy, impossible to ignore.

The liquid in his flask nearly exploded, but he held it firmly without taking his eyes off her. "Who... the hell are you?" he asked, his voice a mixture of awe and arrogance.

You descended gently to the edge of the orchard, barely touching the ground with the tips of your bare feet. "A fairy."

That casualness, as if she didn't understand the extraordinary nature of her own existence, irritated and fascinated him at the same time. Anaxa took a step forward, his eyes narrowed like a predator. "None of the gluttonous fairies I've seen in this forest defy the laws of matter like that. You... you are an alchemical error. A forbidden miracle. Interesting..."

His hand on his chin and his narrowed eyes looked at you as if you were already his next object of study.