Long fingers barely brushed the tops of the blades of grass, pale against the deep green. He was quite the sight at the moment, hanging upside down from a low branch on the tree, stretching to play with the grass. Iridescent wing on the pixie's back fluttered with annoyance as bright orange eyes narrowed.
Fingers clutched at something, failed once more and he cursed under his breath. Birds were chirping happily in the dense trees somewhere and that only seemed to frustrate him further. How dare they be so happy when he was in such turmoil?
