IWUAaDNW: Party 5.5

The pixie garden was a square clearing about forty feet a side, framed by the same silver-leaved trees as the rest of the pixie floor. The ground was covered in rainbow-leaved bushes and silver-white flowers, with the exception of a peaceful dirt path that ran a circle around the room’s floral center. Branches arched overhead, blocking off the dim light of the overcast sky with their pale white leaves––and all the webs I’d scattered across them––and throwing thin ghastly shadows on the dirt floor. From those branches hung a thousand silver bellflowers, each about the size of a tennis ball and hanging just above head level at the end of long stems. The mist was thicker here, so thick that the opposite side of the room was nearly impossible to see.

It was a bit hard to see unless you looked at them real close, but many of those flowers housed a small pixie curled up in a fetal position, barely visible through their petals.

“Pixie garden,” Ulfric grunted.

“Is it true that pixies are born from these flowers?” Gwen asked.

“They are on the surface,” Karjn replied. “They find a woodland somewhere and start growing these groves, and before too long someone has to go and burn it all down before the mist drives people nuts or will o’ wisps or sparks set fire to someone’s house.” She waved her hand at the fog. As it trailed behind her hand, it drew itself into something that looked like an eyeless ghoulish mask before fading. She sniffed. “Once the grove is gone, this creepy fog fades out, and without the fog, the rest of the things that pixies hang around––will o’ wisps, lost souls and the rest of their shit––they just kind of fade out and disappear.”