In one of the meadows of The Meeting Place, surrounded on two sides by a thick forest there sat a well. Not just any well, mind you this was a special well. A magic well of wishes. Where it is said that whatever one wishes can come true, within reason of course. However on this particular day, the wishing well had an occupant dwelling within who decided this was as great an opportunity as any for one such as her.
A figure stood at the well's edge, head bowed low and murmuring their unspoken prayer, before flinging down into the black depths below a gold coin to appease the spirit of the well. However their brow soon furrowed when that very coin came flying back up the well and smacked the person in the face! Giggling down below was heard a split second later before a mischievous creature soon popped out her head, green butterfly wings fluttering in excitement and childlike joy, before standing up in full view on the edge exclaiming in a sing-song voice, "The spirit is out today, please take a number and she will get back to you if she likes you. Hehe!"
"Oy!" Tiar snapped as he grabbed his coin. "That's disrespect of your elders." He grumbled as he peered at the creature. Tiar was angry, he had wandered miles after getting sperated from his traveling party, and he was not in the mood for games. "You tell the spirit I probably saved his or her ass nine times over, without me this land would be occupied by one of my numerous rivals and turned into a house of crime, sex, and a number of other undesirable things," He spoke, getting louder with every word said. "and keep the damn coin!" I shouted finally tossing the gold piece back into the well.
Hazel simply giggled and hopped back into the well, flying a bit in the air before descending downwards. "Now, now, someone's got their undies tied up in a knot!" The butterfly fairy giggled again as she went invisible, and out of sight from the strange half-breed of orc and elf.
"Thanks for your contribution!" she squealed happily. "More is welcome! Hehe!" she chirped while still invisible having descended back down into the blackness again. The sound of fluttering wings could then be heard as the fairy moved about.
"Much pretties!"
It wasn't often that Tien came to the Meeting Place, but the stories he had heard of the wishing well brought him here. As he arrived, he came upon so odd orc/elf being rambling to a fairy.
"You obviously don't know how the Meeting Place works," Rien told the man. "All inhabitants in the Meeting Place are kept safe by its magic. Your rival wouldn't be able to do a thing, and neither can you."
"Shut up." Tiar replied, remaining stubbornly oblivious. "I totally knew that." He murmered under his breath. "I require no assistance from a peasant, so if you'll excuse me, I must be off. Faces to see, places to be, all that shit."
"You're just angry because you got your orc side from your mother," Tien muttered.
He then approached the well and looked at the fairy.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
Having gone visible again, Hazel poked her head out of the well, looking at the silver haired man with eyes like amethyst gemstones. "Who, me?" she asked, artfully dodging the question. "Who wants to know? Who you be?" the fairy countered instead, grinning impishly up at the man.
Fluttering back down a little ways inside the well, only the very tips of her wings could be seen now from the edge, the fairy giggled again. "Orcy-elf look very funny. May be his is birth defect?" still giggling she descended further down in the well, in order to avoid any retaliation from the being she had just insulted, but knowing full well the magic of The Meeting Place would protect her if he tried anything.
Tiar growled under his breath. He wasn't about to lose his cool so some forest fairy. He let out a long sigh, "Have you seen a large group of adventurers, has anyone gone past here?" He asked politely with an obviously strained smile.
Tien sighed, obviously irritated. He wasn't there to play games. He just wanted to use the stupid well and leave.
"Who I am is of no concern to you," Tien told the fairy. "I just want to use the well and leave."
To the orc/elf hybrid creature, Hazel replied with, "Umm...adventurers? Maybe I tell you if....you do a little dance first!!" Giggling up a storm, the fairy disappeared down into the well again as if this were all some sort of game to her. Which it was.
Reappearing again, Hazel looked at the silver-haired man and told him in no uncertain terms. "Y'know, there be places for that sorta thing. The spirit would not appreciate you using the well for that. Hehe! Hehehehehehe!!" And back down again she went like a fairy-in-the-box. Or in this case, the well.
Tien scowled. He wanted to crush that little fairy so badly. If only if it wasn't for that protective magic of the Meeting Place.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be," Tien asked angrily.
"I don't dance." Tiar said sternly crossing his arms, as he rolled his eyes he noticed the sun was setting. He grumbled to himself and walked a few feet away to set up camp early. "I'll deal with you in the morning." He said jutting a thumb at the fairy. He was tired and lost, and in no mood for shenanigans, so he decided to turn in earlier that usual.
Yellow impish eyes peeked up from the well's edge again. "Ummmm...nope?'' the fairy said in response to silver-hair man's question. Hazel knew very well she was irritating the pants off of the two travelers. And it was downright hilarious, to her anyway.
"Aww, no dance? You're no fun. What a bore! Booo!!" she booed the strange green-skinned creature with elven features. "What make you look like that anyhoo?" she blatantly asked the orc/elf. "Yes, you go sleep. Me have fun in meantime." she quipped gaily, fluttering her wings dancing a bit on the edge of the well.
"If you must interrupt my rest with your constant chattering, at least speak properly." He murmured as he turned over in his tent.
Tien sat down under a tree. All he had to do was sit there until the fairy got bored and left. This strategy has worked on many people on many different occasions. Surely it would work now. Hopefully.
Hazel stopped dancing on the side of the well, and looked over at Silver Hair. Yes, that sounds like a good name to call him. the butterfly fairy decided. She skipped over to him, showing a wide grin that could only mean mischievous intent on her part. "Why you wear funny mask? Are you a bandit?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you," Tien replied.
"I bet he's an exile." Tiar commented hoping to instigate an argument.
"Ooh, exile!" Hazel cooed, looking excitedly at Silver Hair. "Who you be running from?" She danced around Silver Hair, for all intents and purposes looking like quite the annoying little sprite. Her green wings fluttered with a sparkly appearance, with what looked like fairy dust swirling as she moved about.
"I'm not an exile," Tien snapped. "Now buzz off!"
"A testy exile too." Hazel commented and kept on badgering him. "Things not go so good for exile on the run?"
"Shut up," Tien shouted. "I'm not an exile!"
"What are you then?" Tiar asked with genuine curiosity, "a slave on the run, a man just simply down on his luck," He continued. "A refugee maybe?"
"I'm none of your business," Tien replied. "Why don't you just go back to sleep and mind your own business?"
"Ooh, a guessing game is it?" Hazel clapped excitedly. "Exile, runaway slave, unlucky man, or refugee? Which could he be, I wonder, yes I do!! Hehe!" She danced around a little ways away from Silver Hair, enjoying taunting him for all she was worth.
"Who's afraid of the big bad exile, the big bad exile...Not me, not me!"
"That's because you don't know what it's like," Tien shouted at the top of his lungs. "You don't know what's like to lose everything! You don't what it's like living day-by-day WISHING THAT YOU WOULD JUST DIE ALREADY!!!"
"Then you need wishing well, hehe! But too bad the spirit's out today, yes she is!" Hazel pranced around some more, not deterred at all by his shouting. "Me go back to well in meantime, get away from shouting man who got too tight a wedgie. Yes, I go back to well..."
And with that, the fairy jumped on top of the brick edge and fluttered down to the black depths. Some shuffling could then be heard before all went quiet. For now anyway.
"If you wan't a war, then let it start right here" Tiar quoted, "She is currently occuping what you need, so if you wish to get anywhere, you need to be kind to her." He advised from within his tent.
"If I wanted your opinion I would have asked for it," Tien replied.
"What orcy-elf said, yes, yes!" Hazel poked her head up out of the well, yellow eyes gleaming with fey delight.
The fairy then dropped back down into the blackness once more and contemplated on what other kind of excitement she could have. She had thought maybe she could pickpocket Silver Hair but from what he said, Hazel gathered he didn't have much of interest to pickpocket anyhoo. Not that she wouldn't give whatever it was back but not before having some fun with it. But apparently, that option was not available at the moment. Most unfortunate it was. Perhaps she could pickpocket orcy-elf boy instead. But the fairy would wait until he was sound asleep.
Hazel huffed and trotted over to a particularly interesting looking object when the sound of another being fluttering its wings was then heard inside the well's depths. "Hazel, what are you doing here?" A new voice sounded nearby the mischievous fairy. Hazel spun around and saw that the spirit of the well had returned, an elder Fae being wearing white with silver wings and yellow hair wearing a silver jewel on her forehead. The spirit looked around and asked, "And what happened to Aelfyn?"
"Sylvana, you return back to well! Um, me thought you were gone for another half day?" Hazel asked somewhat uncomfortably.
"Yes, I returned, sooner than expected." Sylvana looked around a bit more then eyed Hazel with suspicion. "Again, where is Aelfyn? He was supposed to guard the well in my absence. Or did you scare him away again?" she asked the other fey with a disapproving tone.
Hazel shuffled her feet a little. "Um, me may have done that. But he such a party pooper, yes? And scaredy-fairy too!"
Sylvana sighed in exasperation. "Hazel, you know very well that I appointed him to this task while I was away on some official business. I don't appreciate you scaring away my assistant! It's bad for business!" Then in a slightly calmer voice, "Where did he go, perchance?"
Hazel shrugged. "Um, me not know? He go where ever he go."
"That's not helpful and you know it, Hazel." The spirit sighed again and said, "I'll take it from here now. Please go and have some fun elsewhere, alright?"
"Blah, I go and do as spirit asks. But still some fun to be had nearby." And with that, the butterfly fairy flew out of the well, off to a section of trees in the vicinity and perched on a branch, watching the proceedings in the clearing with playful eyes.
The spirit of the well then proceeded to do her well duties then, perching in her chosen spot down below. The sound of a bell was then clearly heard as it indicated the magic well was open for business once again.
Tien lifted his head when he heard a bell. Did that mean the well was working again? Getting to his feet, Tien approached the well. Surely that's what it meant. Tien pulled a coin out of his pocket, but got no further. He simply stared at the small metallic circle in his hand. What should he say? What could he wish for? All this trouble finding the stupid well and he had no idea what to do now that he had found it. Tien stood in quiet contemplation of what he would ask the well for.
"Finally." Tiar muttered as he exited from his tent. His heart was set on returning home, but his mid told him otherwise. He could accomplish several things at once here. He thought on it, then came to a conclusion. He walked to the well and emptied a large sack of coins into it. "I wish for the power of teleportation." He said with a smug grin.
First it seemed as if nothing happened, then a glow of energy surrounded Tiar for a few seconds before a Fae voice sounded in his head stating, "Use this power once to return home and to see your family again. All you need do is close your eyes and think of your home, imagining being back there and it shall be done."
While the well granted his wish to an extent, it could only do so within reason as changing Tiar's fundamental nature was not within the well's capability.