Hello and welcome! Friday on my blog is for filling in stories about mythological creatures in my WIP universe. These will be delivered in character of a person who lives in universe and has been traveling around to different locations and examining the different species she locates while on her journey with the hope of creating better understanding and relations. I will even be providing hand drawn illustrations that stick to the impromptu journal entry style. Mostly because that’s where my talent as an artist peaks. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

            I decided the first entry into this should be something I know plenty about, so I chose pixies. After all, the little ones are all over the garden and town. Most accept them as a part of life, albeit an occasionally nuisance one: though, I’m sorry to say that I’ve run into the occasional particularly curmudgeonly soul who goes out of his way to treat the poor creatures as if they were no more than the common horsefly. Perhaps a well learned exposition on the topic could make such a man think twice?

            Pixies were always my companions in youth, something that will surprise no one who knows of my rowdy ways. A beastly girl not adverse to trouble, for certain. My favorites were the water pixies with their iridescent blue-green wings with their waterproof scales. We would often get into tiffs with the blacksmith’s son who favored fire pixies and their red burning wings.

            Pixies, as I have found, do come in a kind for all of the fifteen known elements. Each kind a separate color and a different adjustment to their wings and, to a lesser extent, their physical forms. For example, metal pixies have their wings crafted of a strong metallic filament and often metallic patches ingrained into the external skin. It has been found as well that if two pixies of different kind mate, which does on rare occasion happen, their offspring will exhibit either one element of the parents or a shadow’s mix of the elements. There are no documented cases of partial mixing within pixies. This is thought, by many of the elders I’ve spoken to, to be because there is simply not that much room in a tiny pixie for such a dichotomy. This would seem to be supported by the pixie’s utter lack of ability to use traits outside of their own one element, unlike other creatures. However, it is also possible that it is simply because of the rarity of two different kin to intermarry as it only seems that their habitats intermingle when humans bring together a society.

            Physically, all pixies are humanoid with wings and come in male and female that average between three to five inches in height. In nature, it is easy to distinguish even from afar as males tend to be brighter while females are more vibrant. I suppose it is so the males can distract predators while females and young hide. It would seem animals too find it difficult to see pixies as much else than oddly shaped insects. In a mixed company, there can be some confusion. I have myself once mistaken a water male for an ice female and was not given an easy time forgetting it. My ear hurt for the rest of the day! Of final note, it is interesting to me that pixies are so unexpectedly strong no matter the element. A typical one can lift three to five times his mass while ones with a body trait have lifted entire people off the ground.

             Beyond appearances, pixies have been noted as possessing not only speech, but the capability to read and write. They also dress themselves and can, through instruction alone, learn tasks or follow orders. This places them well within the kingdom’s definition for personhood and I hope my dear friends will see soon the proper safeties afforded such a status. That would, however, open the door to loans, rent, and prosecution for some of their more heinous tricks: meaning there are some pixies who themselves are not too interested in the prospect.