Fey, the ancient spirits of the forests. They usually live in old, untouched groves of pure nature and radiance inside the long-forgotten forests of the world. While those creatures were mostly harmless to people, they were often known for being mischievous. At least they could be reasoned with, unlike most monsters and demons.
Among all of the Fey, the most common of them were once called the tiny ones, the little creatures of the forest. This one standing in front of Shin was one of them, albeit the lowest rank among the tiny ones. She was a humble pixie, if her kind knew what humble meant. They saw themselves above all other races and were quite open about it.
"I said bow to me!" She roared, and Shin looked at her with an exhausted face. "You know I won't, so let's stop wasting time."
She looked at him with a frown, crossing her arms, standing with her legs parted, her chest puffed, and her eyes flashing with pride. "I said! BOW!"
