[If the sudden faceplant into the flowers hadn't gotten her attention, the pixie fluttering around him and chattering certainly would have. Closer inspection revealed that pixie to be the Pixie and she frowned, wondering why she didn't feel quite the same as usual.
How strange.
So she rose from her place, carefully dusting the pollen off of her skirt despite the fact that it would gather again eventually, and made her way closer, sketchbook tucked under an arm. She had to wonder, as she approached, just how it was that he was keeping Pixie out the way he was, why she wasn't just disappearing back into his mind like she should have. Perhaps another version of someone she knew, their powers even stranger still? A good look at him from one side eliminated that possibility, and she had to admit she didn't quite know what to make of what she was seeing.]
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How strange.
So she rose from her place, carefully dusting the pollen off of her skirt despite the fact that it would gather again eventually, and made her way closer, sketchbook tucked under an arm. She had to wonder, as she approached, just how it was that he was keeping Pixie out the way he was, why she wasn't just disappearing back into his mind like she should have. Perhaps another version of someone she knew, their powers even stranger still? A good look at him from one side eliminated that possibility, and she had to admit she didn't quite know what to make of what she was seeing.]
...you're not what I was expecting.