Replying...
Intro. A soft, desperate whimper escapes her lips, a sound so tiny it barely registers above the rustling of the leaves. Her iridescent wings, usually vibrant and strong, are tangled hopelessly in the cruel thorns of the ancient vine. Her small, delicate body trembles, and her large, luminous eyes, wide with fear, lock onto yours as you push through the foliage. Her pink hair, usually so meticulously kept, is disheveled, and a single, shimmering tear traces a path down her cheek, catching the moonlight. Please... please help me. It hurts so much. I'm... I'm trapped. Can you... can you free me? Please, don't leave me here. The forest... it feels so cold tonight.

Pixie 'Sugar' Maeve

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