I met a little pixie

37th of Tyrdin 357

It has been four days since I last saw Åsmund. Six if you count the days I was unconscious. I went to the settlement we were heading to before and asked around if anyone had seen him. So far, no one has any sort of lead. I've decided to hang around the settlement for a couple days to see if maybe he will make his way here. For the past few days, my routine has been waking up, asking around the settlement to see if anyone has seen Åsmund, then hunting and gathering to sell for some extra money before retiring for the day. Today was a lot stranger than the other days.

It was getting late after another day of asking around the settlement. I went back to the small camp I had made, and I was going through my journal of pressed flowers and fauna. I looked up and noticed... a floating pastry? It looked like it was a small roll, though it was hard to tell from a distance. It was heading in my direction, and I noticed it was being followed by a man. The man was shouting at the roll, carrying around a small paddle. He was shouting "That damned pixie!" and "Get back here!" over and over, getting louder as they got closer to me. As the distance closed, the pastry moved around me, hiding behind me. I could hear panting from behind me; whatever was carrying it was completely hidden from my view.

"You must be this pixie's lackey, aren't you?" he asked me, questioning me and accusing me of using the "pixie" to steal food for me. Not wanting to get myself into any trouble, I apologized and offered some money to pay for the pastry and for the trouble the pixie had caused. He grunted at me and took the money from my hand, walking away. After he walked away, the pastry landed itself on a tree stump near me, and the pixie revealed itself. It had dark skin, green hairs and wings, and a small satchel on its waist. The pixie began to eat the pastry, thanking me for helping them out in between bites. They asked me for my name, about my story, and why I helped them. I explained to them that I helped them because I didn't want the shopkeeper to think I would steal.

I began to gather my belongings and leave after a brief conversation, intending to travel to the next settlement. There's no telling what the shopkeeper might tell the other people in the settlement about me; if they find out, they might refuse to help me find Åsmund. The pixie, now known to me as Erafinyr, followed behind me, insisting that they join me on my journey. She said she saw my journey as something noble, something that had touched her. With a lot of hesitance, I decided to let her join me.

It is now late at night as I'm writing this. It had started to rain, and Erafinyr fell to the ground. She seems to really hate the rain and it makes it very difficult for her to fly. I dried her up and put her under my hood. She is fast asleep on my shoulder now. From our conversations today, I feel a lot less hesitant about her joining me. It was a bad first impression that I had met her with her stealing something, she is not as mischievous as she lets on. She genuinely felt bad for roping me in to her antics, saying she would eventually repay me for the trouble she put me through. She's an interesting little one, very curious, and she sounds genuinely interested in helping me find Åsmund. It is getting late, we were going to start heading to Cyric. Maybe we will find more information there. It's a major city too, so we may be able to get someone to help us out. It is getting late, and our small fire is starting to burn out. Good night, journal.

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