Your story begins with you feeling elated, excited and a little embarrassed.
Your name is Toffee Rose, and you are a pixie singer. You sing songs that can coax a blossom from a stubborn apple tree, or turn a hawk away from its prey. They say the great pixie singers can send a dragon to sleep, or make a raging storm die off in seconds.
But you’re not a great singer. Not yet, anyway. You are still learning your trade.
Pixie singers also entertain their kith and kin with their voices, but these are simple songs about the delights of autumn or new babies in spring and such.
Pixie singers do not go in front of humans and other giants to sing slightly bawdy songs.
Except that’s what you did. Your comrades in the adventuring party you joined (with all six of you being novices) convinced you to sing a song in front of the crowded tavern you were in.
So you sang the only song you knew that might appeal to the crowd: The Pixie Maids and the Human Drunkard. When you sang the final verse “I don’t know where you’ve been me lad but I see you’ve won first prize!” the crowd broke out into uproarious laughter and applause.
With your little heart pounding with excitement, you leap back to your table.
Your story begins earlier than this, when the adventuring party you joined passed your meadow on its way to
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