<strong>Tiny Threats</strong><br/>Too many pixies were each trying to fling accusations in the same pail. One would not stop chittering curses in squirrel-speak. Only for so long could two dozen bodies could shuffle around in close quarters and plink wings against the tinny shell before pixie claustrophobia got the better of them. A handful of wheat gold pixies erupted from the little bunker. It was quickly becoming a less than final solution to sweep the whole thing into a pillowcase, but it still held the possibility of taking out half the pixies in one gambit.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Mortals agreed."<br/>"Mortals like you."<br/>"You or your great, great, great, great..."<br/>"Don't you know anything? The fairy tree is where fairy courts dance and sing. When it grows big and strong, an equally big and strong queen will preside over its beauty and keep our court safe from goblins and unseelie. Finally, the pixies will have a court of our own!"</span>A tiny cheer went up, and an acorn mug scooped a drip of champagne from Ishi's bottle.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"... great, great, great grandmother."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"So you can forget about farm chores. You've taken all too much of Oldwall Forest already, and it's time to honor the old pact between man and fairy. Where the seed unfurls in the soil, there the new fair court is decided. You planted the seed and it bloomed, so now this place belongs to us."<br/>"Don't tell them where it is! They'll try to sit on it, that's what big folk do."</span>