Pagma goes the simplest route of caring for the grove like she would any farmland in town. Weeding, pruning, talking to the plants, creative fertilizer delivery systems. Oh, and watering.
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Pamga likewise collapses into a puddle and agrees "I used to think they were cute... in a punched in the face kind of way."
More bombs go flying, more, More, MORE!
With a frustrated yell, the little sprite sends vial after vial at the massive rodent.
"They don't seem to like you either" Pagma quips to Sakura as she unloads her continuous stream of vials at the rat.
"Ugh. Stop That!" the sprite yells at the toothy rodent like things as she unloads bombs on the one Sakura is Trying to stab, at least that is what Pagma thinks the other woman is trying to do.
Pagma looks glassy eyed and punch drunk with the sheer spectacle of the event. Normally she is as talkative as a morning rooster but in this moment the booms and sprinkles are still popping in her head. "MmmHmm" she hums agreement to whatever Kamo is saying, though it is possible she has no idea what that is.
Firesworks... Pagma's entire life has led up to this moment. People (other than the Willowshore's kids) want her to actually make pretty EXPLOSIONS! "Oh!" she buzzes with excitement at Kamo's statement darting in to scope a tiny bit and throw it in the nearest flame (which is probably too close to the volatile ingredients, but they NEED to be able to experiment to get this perfect. "We need every other color as well, plus some new ones!!!" her little mind is already exploding in all the possibilities.
The small Pagma hovers around the flowers sniping with extreme care, while taking Kamo's advice on every cut.
The sprite smiles big and bright enthralled a bit a tthe sparkling scales. "Hello Isori, we're Kamo, Pagma, and Sakura, from Willowshore. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"But you nearly burned off all of Sakura's hair last time." Pagma said as she stared at the beautiful bird pin in her hands "She looked really weird for a month."
The week is spent on so many things for the little sprite, everything but sleep. Too much to do. Designing, supervising and then helping with everything, plus planning what she wants to SAY. She does actually collapse the night before, and her friends are insistent on everyone leaving her be to sleep. The day of she is as bright as a bright pie of a Pagma has ever been, and that is bright. There are explosions of color, literal explosions of color, combined with a song about their town that made people jump up and cheer. All in all she is happy with the results.
Pagma settles into the fluffed huff as the princess vanishes, her bright eyes pretty glazed over. It is only when one checks on her do they hear her whispering with excited glee "multicolored costumes, vivid backdrops, special effects, AND dramatic music!!!"
"Well, great lady of the silken thread, it all started when our neighbors bound us, took us to the woods, and left us as sacrifices to the spirits..." Pagma tells the story of four friends (well friends and two siblings) to the princess, her small voice ringing in the delight of doing so. Including flourishes, acting out battles, describing flavors, all with little breaks to refill cups and bringing out another variation of cakes (and dumplings).
Pagma's fretting over smoky black-lapsang and chestnut cake had her friends filled with samples to the degree they may never want another cake presented in front of their noses ever again. Or at least the wee sprite might have thought until she saw Kamo shoveling them in.
"Lady Ren Mei Li, the Silversilk Princess, Resplendent Daughter of Yin-Sichasi" Pagma says, hovering behind a cup of liquid twilight set next to a perfect cut of chestnut moon, dusted with powdered webs. "... would you grace us with what you would consider 'a considerable degree of autonomy'" she bows on her knees, in the air as her wings bat a mile a minute.
"A Pagma kind" Pagma answers without snark, just plain fact. She does seem honored and deeply tickled at another princess coming to their tea house. "Does the Resplendent Daughter of... Yin-Sichasi..." she said it slow to make sure she got it right "... have any preferences in tea or cake?"
"Our tea house has become famous." the excitement in her tone is obvious, even though the cat specifically said the princess was coming to meet them instead of the tea house. It takes a moment for her to register that "Oh, is she coming here to our tea house, or are we going to her?"
"It was" Pagma says with remorse, but then pulls herself together "We shall make this one even better though.... and post guards"
"Wait, I do have something!" Pagma shouts with her usual excitement. Reaching in her satchel she grabs two more bombs. Ones that are no good against normal people, but Vampires! She flies back a few feet then throws.
"Yea!" the pixie didn't add much intimidation to banter, but does fly to a better position to help somewhat with her dagger.
The little sprite is down to her knife, and a tiny little knife at that, so she zips around to the back of the one Sakura is attempting to put down and stabs away.
Pagma tosses two quick bombs out of her dwindling supply and then pulls her tiny dagger to do bad things with.
"We could burn it down around them?" Pagma the semi reformed arcanist suggests.
Pagma mourns the bridge like a lost child. "Could we track them back to their base? So they do not do this again?"
Pagma's bag is getting next to empty, which distresses the sprite as she sticks her head into it quickly then back up at the enemies Sakura have not put down yet!!!
Pagma unloads vial after vial at the enemy Sakura is fighting, hoping to end this as quickly as possible so she can mourn her wonderful bridge.
Pagma unloads a flurry of bombs on the ax wielders!
Pagma hurries across the gorge and tosses a bomb at the one Sakura is about to cut open.
Pagma considers flying at the archers trying to destroy their bridge. But you can rebuild a bridge, you cannot rebuild your friends. So she concentrates her bombs on the enemies close.
Then she flies toward the archers.
"Willowshore!" Pagma shouts "We're making the way to Karahai safe again so we can open up trade. And you cannot own what isn't yours, Lok Noun!" the sprites high pitched argument is accompanied with darting flying and a raised fist. "We Will Not Let You."
Oh, Pagma has a plan. That she does. The Sprite sees it all before her like floating pictures that fit together somehow with whirling chaos. It does take a little bit to understand her through her very excited explanations, so much so many workers start to ignore her. But if Pagma has one thing it is persistence. And persistence prevails.
Pagma did her very best to prepare the perfect tea for the merchant/psychopomp. Ending up with two different choices, a light flowery tea hinted with honey and a dark rich tea doused with cinnamon. She hovers with anticipation as he decides, sips and then tries the other. Both seem to please him making her mile so bright it can be seen at the tips of her wings. The final statement though makes her wings sag "He means when we die... again, doesn't he?"
Pagma is out of her most special bombs so starts flinging her normal ones.
The horror of the governor's transformation does not stop the pixie from flinging the same array of toxic vials to kill it quickly.
Pagma shudders to the ground as the room decays around her, her friends as well. She knows it is not real but it still makes her brain scream in pain. The sprite then empties out her bomb bag as fast as possible at the horrible governor "You Suck!"
"You sacrificed us" little Pagma yelled indignantly. "No one will ever follow you again." apparently the time for diplomacy is long gone.
Pagma nods in readiness, hoping the chanting doesn't include horrors beyond comprehension. Then she remembers they have already seen many of those, so corrects her hopes to be no NEW horrors beyond comprehension.
Pagma whoops in spriteful glee seeing how effective her anti ghost bombs are, but then whines when her bag turns up empty of any more. If the ghosts had the ability to feel hope, it is dashed somewhat by seeing the sprite having plenty of other bombs.
Little Pagma grabs vial after vial and chucks them at the shimmering ghosts, then flies behind her warrior friend.
Pagma managed to get close to the door again, her small wings trembling. The place seemed to remind her of all the horrible abominations they have been witness to over the many months since awakening.
Pagam grabs hold of the fleeing Kamo and is carried along, lost in her own fear.
"I... I haven't tried!" panic flares, but then the pixie got that look like she always does when she goes away to think about explosions. "Yes! Everything it still in my head, just need to adjust my visual measuring." she held up two fingers to show a pinch, which will be much less in her small fingers. At this point anyone who has never watched her make her explosions realizes she does not measure precisely with anything. Which probably explains how her bombs are so erratic.
The small Pagma's eyes go WIDE in contemplation "That would be interesting. Maybe a bit of mushroot vin- No!" her hands spray out to cut off her wondering "I just woke like this."
Pamga shoots up awake. The sensation of being smothered overwhelming her as her blankets, no her nightshirt, traps her. "What? This shirts... is... looser than I remember" Pagma muffled under her cavernous bedclothes, only to stop and listen "That isn't my voice." "Help!" the singsong voice carries through the Yuzuki's door a split second before a small winged creature flies through the window. "I changed! " the pixie cried "It's me, Pagma, but it is not me!"
At the suggestion of kneeling, Pagma dislike of the woman is overcome for a moment, "Kneeling? OH! Are you getting married, Lady Ren? Is this practice for the ceremony?" Pagma quickly humbles herself to her knees, pressing her forehead to the ground, "May your martial days be bliss and serentity."
She lets her tea and food speak for themselves, all have been taste tested by all her friends, with tweaks and some ignoring of personal tastes. She swears Sakura thinks every item should burn ones insides out with spice.
While the spider princess indulges, Pagma kneels to play a two stringed instrument with a bow. She is not practiced enough to make complicated music, just soft background music meant to punctuate the flavors of the tea.
Pagma's eyes widen "Princess Ren, you follow the ancient ways of tea etiquette. I was taught offering someone tea at the door fell out of favor long ago. We could get you a cup now if you like?"
"It was shunted into another plane of alternating realism, like a warped window covered in smudges... and filled with fake people." Pagma further explains.
Pagma's eyes widened at the epic... something... that Sakura provided for their pleasure. And oh, yes, there would plenty of mirth filled pleasure as the attempt to recount Sakura's stunning song, "Did we get that line correct, Sakura?" she'd ask later, if there was a later, as she tries to sing it. Today though, she stuck to haikus. Over the life of the village, there have been plenty of budding artists that have created little poems about this place or that within the village. Pagma loved them, and memorized each new one she heard. She tells the princess as many as she can. Jing's warning about the princess disliking charming pretty women was discounted by the alchemist since she didn't consider herself charming or pretty.
Pagma knows when it comes to greeting beautiful entitled spider ladies, that she is not the lead in communications. At a glance at their own warrior queen, she worries the spider portion might not be her normal stalwart beacon of politeness and strength. But there is always Jing with his calm silver tongue. Pagma sticks to polite ritual in greeting, bowing respectfully as one would to the most honored guest.
Pagma had been puttering around the tea shop, fixing this, experimenting with that, so she missed the entire handsome young man visit. Sadly. Sakura rushes in, almost gossipy about the entire thing, which Pagma listens too with rapt nods and Ohs until... "This EVENING?!?" the alchemist shoots up. "We don't even know what she likes or is allergic to? What if she swells up like a frogs throat at our miso soup or... Hmm... we'll make several things, array it out like a fan, allowing her to make the choices." Then the alchemist gets to work.
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