<strong>Tiny Threats</strong><br/>"They're alive? Well that complicates things." Ishi leaned back in her seat to avoid the sway of the poked pixie sack. Agitating them had predictable results, and it would probably be best when opening the pandora's box to point it away from faces. "I did pay you to take care of them, so..." She eyed Jack and Enkh, and groaned. No, they were not the kind of young men she could ask to take the bag out back with a shovel. "Alright." Exasperated, she grabbed the pot and slipped on her jacket. "Alright! Bring the sack, and I'll walk you to the edge of the orchard."<br/><br/>Owls hoot in the trees as Ishi stepped out onto her carefully maintained estate. Every day was long, and a cool night like this was one she'd planned to savor indoors, winding down, satisfied. This was an interruption. "But you know, you know I have to exterminate pests all the time. The only difference is these ones talk." She quickened her voice to speak over promises of pixie vengeance.<em>"Which is not to say that's an improvement." </em><br/><br/>At the edge of Lone Wolf Orchard, over the fence, there was a hill marking the boundary of her land. Thistle and cocklebur sprouted between the halo of stones that rendered it unpleasant to walk. At the crest, Ishi knelt down and tested the soil. Her tiny sprig of a tree was so pale it glowed in the moonlight. The air was still against the backdrop of Oldwall growth. "As good a spot as any for a pixie tree. You can leave the sack." She began to work<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>~(end)~</em></div>