<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>For an elfin man two feet tall, Fjordel Nym's hands were quite big and powerful.  They were also, however, quite deft.  Today they worked with a tiny needle made from a lovingly polished shard of bone.<br/><br/>The human he was embroidering this shirt for was supposed to be some sort of lord or prince.  He'd spent several weeks on the project.  He had the human's measurements—those mortals were a thick limned and barrel chested lot!--and had taken great care to fit the shirt to his exact measurements.   He'd then embroiled the shimmering indigo silk with incredibly fine threads of spun silver.<br/><br/>Throughout the days of work, he'd embroidered it with invisible threads of pure magic spun from incense smoke and his own will.  He'd sealed the enchantments last night.  Today, with tiny, exacting stitches, he was adding the human's heraldic device to the breast.<br/><br/>As he was finishing up, a great comotion filled the tree house.  The shirtless faela chewed softly on his tongue and concentrated on finishing up.<br/><br/>“Jord!” is sister called as she burst into the room.  “Jord!”<br/><br/>“Just a moment,” he replied, firmly but gently.  “This is delicate.”<br/><br/>His sister was a blond girl with black stripes in her hair.  Her wings were those of a bee.  She made herself stay still and quite, which he new took her a great deal of effort.<br/><br/>Carefully tying off the thread, Jord turned the big shirt around and found the heraldry perfect.  HE gave a satisfied nod and started to roll it up for the merchants to ship off for trade.  “What's going on, Key?” he inquired, emerald eyes looking into his younger sib's.<br/><br/>The girl then burst out into a long and rapid fire explanation of the news from the capitol.  Cursed mist, call to arms.  People fleeing past the river.  He took it all in stride,  nodding to show that he'd understood.  Until...<br/><br/>The parcel he'd just packed thumped on the wooden floor.   “Wait, Key.  Who was the Faela involved?”<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>A few hours later, dressed in his finest green silk suit, Jord arrived at the pallace to volunteer.  He noted a ranger coming back out as he entered and gave a nod of greeting as he strode around the tall man.  Ahead of him in the line was a beautiful young Perida in a very attractive and revealing enchanted armor.  Normally he would have taken some time to admire her, but he found himself to distracted by thoughts of Jiana Silvermane.  The purple winged girl had caught his eye more than once with her beauty, charm, and vivacious energy.  He had been planning on asking her to dance at the coming festival.  He'd wanted to do it sooner, but it had been a busy year—his skills as tailor and sorcerer in high demand.