Thread: A Fairy's Tale

Lox's rest, whatever it might be was peaceful to say the least, and as the night passed without event day broke in an odd way within his tower room. Instead of the inky blackness that accompanied the small fairy when he first brought her to the room when she rose from slumber slowly light began filtering through the walls themselves so as not to blind the person first waking up, but slowly it grew brighter until the source of the light could be identified. There was no source within the room itself but instead it seemed to be traversing through the walls themselves until at last not only the contents of the room could be seen but a clear view of the surrounding gardens and the dawn breaking over the valley walls could be seen though the now translucent walls. By the view it looked as though his chambers were somewhere near the very top of the tower and gave whomever lived here an unobstructed view of everything and odder still were the contents of his private chambers. There were book shelves along a portion of the circular walls with a work table skewed with odd glinting bits of silver, gold, and unidentifiable minerals in some stage of processing with some baring the aura of magic from sigils stenciled into the metals. But other than that work area the room also held a large chest and a night stand where a large round set of glasses lay. What was truly odd about the room was that it was completely festoned with a plants that were everywhere. Many hanging from the ceiling, on top of everything besides the bed and cot, and larger plants on the ground in massive pots. And while each held magical properties every single plant was utterly untouched by Lox's own magic and were all carefully taken care of by hand, many of which were in new pots to allow for further growth. As soon as the sun's rays began peaking over the valley many of the plants that possessed flowers opened up with the sun's touch and filled the room with a soothing and extremely calming scent. Like most days Lox was in a very light form of rest whenever it was close to dawn, but never truly woke until he could smell the flowers blooming in his room, and slowly he opened his eyes to see the small fairy sitting up in bed. Such a delicate and stunning beauty made him stare for a few moments before he stiffly rose from where he was lying and sat on the edge of the cot utterly still. His arm was healed, and all of the damage done to his back had also been taken care of but for the most part his body was still wracked with pain from the previous day and he felt a heavy fatigue weigh him down even after the night's rest. So it was reminded to him in vivid detail the cost of using dark magic to repair his body, and he had little urge to do anything asides from lying back onto the cot and resting for the remainder of the month. But with a heavy sigh he rose slowly from where he sat and moved over to his large work table before sitting down and collecting leaves from the plants close at hand on before dropping them into a cup. He had to go about the gardens to enforce his claim on the denizens living there and to remind them if he wasn't killed outright in a fight he would always recover.