Pigyn

The whole auction house experience was traumatic for the little fae. He was so scared. When, the mirror suddenly grabbed him and began to force him toward the scary looking group, he panicked and fled as fast as he could go.

The chase was on.
Frequently glancing back at the angry mirror while quickly ducking under awning after awning he failed to notice the lumbering giant before him. He came to an abrupt bruising stop, as he slammed into a rather hard shaggy wall. A bit stunned he grabbed for anything to catch himself. Ouwie that really hurt. Burrowing into the shaggy mass he panted trying to catch his breath, his little heart just a pounding away.

His senses returning he realized he was clinging to a much much larger dragon. Oh Deities why me? This just wasn't his day. He knew he needed to find a new home but, had no idea it would be this scary, this hard.

He was about to apologize and continue his flight when, the mirror skidded to a stop in front of the imperial. He tucked himself deeper into the imp's mane and shook like a leaf. there was no where to go but, back toward the mirror. He knew he was done for, a little tear leaked from one eye.

"Excuse me, sire. But, have you seen a wee little fae? He ummm, well he, well he has very similar colors as your self, sire. He got away from us as we were showing him to possible buyers. He is a flighty little thing."

"Hmmm, Sorry, can't say that I've seen him."

Wait? What? Had he heard that right? Did the imp just lie? For... Him?

The mirror let out a low growl and skulked away.

"It's alright little one. You are safe with me." the imp stated when the mirror was out of earshot.

"Y y you, lied f f for m m me?" he stammered out.

"I never lie." was the stern reply

"B b but, you said..."

"I said I haven't "seen" a 'wee fae' matching your description. That was NOT a lie, for I have yet to actually see you, correct?"

With a little gasp and a wide eyes, he realized this imp was heckin' smart.







You can mostly find him hiding in Kettil's mane. Sometimes napping under Kettil's cape. Rarely you may spy him sitting atop Kettil's shoulder or flitting about his head. He feels safest with the large imperial close by.
Kettil gifted him a new outfit to better blend in with his mane and a few pokies to deter wouldbe attackers.


What we need is a new name:
Thorn? Spike?
Gai = thorn in Veitnamese (sounds like "guy")
Pigyn = spike in Welsh (sounds kind of like pigeon. pig e n)