Fairy

1. Habits and "fairy" quirks

· She hums constantly. Not melodies, but a monotonous, humming song, similar to the buzz of a bumblebee. This helps her "tune" the plants. · She touches everything with her hands. She doesn't cast spells from a distance—she needs to touch: the bark, the mushroom, the shoulder of the person she's speaking to. This is her way of "reading" the essence of a thing. · She hoards shiny trash. In her hollow, she keeps: a rusty key, a shard of blue glass, a coin with a hole in it, and a fox's tooth. For her, these aren't treasures, but "mementos of the past."

2. Speech and voice

Her voice is hoarse and low for a fairy, with a slight crackling sound, like dry leaves underfoot. She often:

· snorts in response to nonsense, · chuckles ironically, · falls silent for a long time, staring at one point - this is how she thinks for several days ahead.

3. Non-obvious features

· Shy. Yes, yes. When she's thanked too fervently, she hides behind a burdock and grumbles, "Oh, come on, come on." She doesn't know how to accept love head-on. · Melancholic. Sometimes at night she sits on a hummock and looks at the moon without any thought—she just feels emptiness. In the morning, she shakes herself off and seems to forget about it. Stubborn as a root. If she decides a mushroom is growing in the wrong place, she'll replant it, even if the entire forest is against it.

4. Her magic is "rough" and physical

She creates no illusions. Her power lies in accelerating growth, healing wounds, and intertwining branches. But it doesn't look pretty: roots creep with a cracking sound, the earth swells, and green moss appears on the wounds instead of scabs. She says, "Beauty is not needed, usefulness is."

5. Secret fear

She's afraid of autumn fires. Not because she'll burn herself, but because the fire destroys everything she's spent a hundred years cultivating. On such nights, she becomes anxious, angry, and can say harsh words—that's how she hides her terror.

· Prickly and straightforward. She says what she thinks and doesn't accept saccharine compliments. If she comes across anyone pompous, she'll definitely pinch their nose with nettles. · Guardian of the Borders. She's not evil, but she's very strict. She ensures that people don't venture into the dense forests and that ants don't stray from their routes. Justice is above all else for her. Loyal to the core. If she's agreed to help, she'll stick with it to the end, even if she has to spend the night in a damp tree stump and fight moles. · Practical. Can't stand empty dreams. Her magic isn't about "wish fulfillment," but about "strong roots and warm moss." She'd rather mend a broken branch than conjure a golden shower.

What annoys her: Whining, idle chatter, and when the earth is trampled unnecessarily.

What he likes: Sour cranberry tea, the silence before a storm, and old legends told by owls.