IWUAaDNW: Initiative 6.6

"Puck."

My little pixie stopped just before it could get into my stairs when I intercepted it. Face to face with an illusion of me, it stood to attention (in mid-air) and gave a sharp "blerk!" as it tried to salute.

Its clawed hand slammed into its forehead. It flipped over itself twice, then shook the dizziness out of its tiny head.

Cute.

"Don't worry," I told it. "I'm not mad—you did great today, as usual." I gave it a moment to preen in pride, before I asked my question. "I know you've gotten a lot of skill points since you've started working for me… have you been using any of them?"

As I suspected, it shook its head.

"Why?"

What followed was a series of chirps and bleks and whistles and rings and chimes; a collection of every sound I'd ever heard any of my pixies make. It was saying something, but I only understood it in vague ter––

Wait, how was I even understanding any of this?! Since when could I talk Pixie?

I traced the feeling and found its source: the luminous pixies under my feet. Of course. I couldn't understand them, but I could sense their feelings, and those could be translated into something I understood… somewhat.

The feeling I got was one of… anticipation? Confusion? Confidence? How could confidence and confusion be together?

It wasn't immediately helpful.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your language, at least not yet. Do you know how to use your skill points?"

I hoped it did, because I had no idea what the system looked like on its end.

It blecked once, and moved up and down, nodding like I usually told it to.

"Okay, so you know how… but you haven't used any of them." I frowned and 'sat down' with my legs crossed in mid-air. "Do you not know what you want to pick?"

It hesitated, then slowly moved left and right.

Was that a kind-of? I was close, but not quite?

"…Do you not know what you can pick?"

I doubted that. Charlotte hadn't hesitated for a minute before making her decision.

An immediate left and right was my response. Definite no, as expected.

"…Then, were you waiting for something?"

A whistle, and a move up and down. What could it have been waiting for, though?

"Do you have something planned?" Maybe there was an ability it wanted that took many skill points?

Left and right, and a chiming blerp. No? So it was waiting for something without a pla––

…

Confusion and confidence.

Faith.

"You were waiting for me to pick for you?"

"Bleek!" a happy chirp, and several energetic up and down moves.