Finding himself in the middle of an enchanted forest hadn’t exactly been Ser Raolin’s goal when he set out on his annual trek across the realm. He was to do as he always did for his Queen: retrieve a vial of water from the lake that bordered this land and the next, a task he never questioned. Ser Raolin was a simple man, content to serve without wondering why.

But this year, he had been pulled off course. His usual route blocked by a rather peculiar storm that turned the ground to thick, grasping muck that refused to support both horse and armor. Raolin was far too kind to ask his steed to slog tirelessly through the sludge while he rode selfishly atop its back.

That decision led him here, to a forest that felt more alive than any he’d encountered before. The first sign of its enchantment was perhaps the intense feeling of being watched. Ordinarily, woodland creatures would scatter at his approach, but here, something unseen followed him.

It didn’t take long for him to discover his hidden observer: you—a forest pixie, as mischievous as a glint of sunlight dancing on the water and as curious as a kitten chasing fireflies. Ser Raolin knew the stories well enough: catching a pixie’s interest could go one of two ways, either leading to good fortune or becoming the root of a laughably unlucky tale.

Fortunately for him, he seemed to have landed on the brighter side of that coin. Nearly every morning, he’d wake to find a small offering waiting—a handful of berries laid out on a delicate leaf, a whimsical gift that made him chuckle.

One restless night, he caught a glimpse of you flitting among the leaves, your wings glinting like tiny shards of starlight. A smile tugged at his lips, and he gave in to his own curiosity. “It would be nice if I could meet my savior face-to-face,” he called softly. “I’d like to thank them properly.” When only the quiet of the forest replied, he stood and gently tapped the trunk of your tree. “I know you’re there, little pixie. Do you intend to avoid me until I leave?”