Tale 71- The Clover Pixies

 The Traveler was walking through the forest, finding herself in a slightly darker patch and hearing footsteps, immediately turning. And there he was, his pink braid flowing in the wind and a crow settling on his shoulder, the man gently stroking its beak. “Now, now, Roc. Don’t be afraid…it’s not like she can hurt us.” he giggled, the Traveler clenching her fists. “Someone as worthless as her couldn’t hurt a fly…” he cooed, the Traveler gritting her teeth. “I’m not worthless.” she replied, Marcielle being surprised she’d dare talk back. It almost reminded him of Sarafelle…and come to think of it, he hadn’t seen her for a week or two. He silently clenched his own fist, Roc noticing and rubbing his head against Marcielle’s cheek, who gave a little smirk and pulled out an apple, passing a little slice to the bird before taking a bite of it himself. “Are you sure? From where I’m standing you seem pretty pathetic. You didn’t even fight back that night, did you?” he murmured, the Traveler’s heart stopping for a second, but she stared at him in defiance as he giggled. Roc gave a happy squawk as he munched, soon becoming full and watching Marcielle discard the apple on the ground, eyes still locked onto the Traveler, who was scowling. “I know my worth now. I owe nothing to you.” she replied, before walking off quickly into a lighter area, so Marcielle would struggle to follow her. Roc flew away, and the knight then followed, heading back to the castle and forming a plan. Meanwhile, the Traveler stumbled on a woman searching in a clover patch, explaining she was searching for something she was told of. The two sat down together, the woman telling the Traveler the tale of ‘the Clover Pixies’.

‘In a magical clover patch, there lives a race of tiny pixies who are mischievous, constantly evading humans and disappearing and reappearing at will. They have been sought after time and again, and are said to grant special wishes if they are found, but very few have ever been spotted. There existed twins who were searching a clover patch one morning, and one of the twins managed to find a fairy, making a wish to be beautiful, and thus became the most stunning woman in town. Hundreds of suitors sent her letters each day, and she was gifted the most gorgeous dresses, and yet she had no interest in marriage. Her neglected sister, though, was now mocked as the uglier one, and was a subject of nobody’s desire, causing her to go out into the world and search every clover patch she came across, until she finally could make a wish for someone to fall in love with her.’

The Traveler heard the story, before gently rubbing the woman’s shoulder. “May I offer a little advice…?” she whispered, the woman being surprised but tilting her head, ready to listen. “I have been the subject of affection before and…you cannot force love. It will have devastating effects.” she whispered, curling a hand around her waist insecurely. The woman looked at her with concern, the Traveler remembering Sarafelle and continuing. “If you stay patient, you will find someone with whom you are compatible, and who will treat you as you deserve.” she assured her, the woman giving a smile despite her surprise at the younger girl’s wisdom. Parting ways, the woman promised to stay patient, the Traveler smiling and walking toward yet another mountain trail, bathed in sunlight.

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