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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 22, 2017 22:21:25 GMT -8
"Come along, little one. Don't be shy. You want your pie, don't you? It's alright, they won't bite. I'll make sure you get your pie."
The gardener led Grubb through a side door. A servant's entrance, not the main door for the residents and guests. It was the one he was used to, and would undoubtedly be less intimidating than the huge front door. It led through the servant's quarters and into the kitchen, where a head cook and several assistants worked tirelessly to feed the Fletcher family. At the moment, they were working on a large wedding cake for a friend of the family. The gardener walked in, clearing his throat.
"Excuse me, this little fairy here has saved me quite a bit of trouble and regrown all the burned crops. I believe a reward is in order for this fine gentleman. Could you possibly spare a pie, Capp?"
Capp, the head cook, squinted at the little fairy.
"Hmmph...well, I suppose so, if you say he regrew the crops. Well then, what'll it be? What sort of pie would you like, hmm?"
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19 
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 23, 2017 2:43:09 GMT -8
"I do like pie!" Grubb said at the gardener's urging to come inside. Of course he liked pie.
Grubb grabbed up a handful of dirt and shoved it into his pocket. If he couldn't get the pie to where the ground was, he'd just bring the ground with him. It seemed like a completely reasonable idea to the pixie.
Upon entering the house through the servant's entrance, Grubb took flight. He effortlessly beat his wings, hovering at about waist height as he moved along behind the gardener, following behind him. Grubb's head whipped back and forth, looking at the strange and wonderful goings on in the big-folk's house. If something in the gardener's general direction hadn't caught the fairy's attention, he may well have flown right into the man's butt as he stopped in the kitchen.
Grubb landed, his feet touching the floor for the first time. He picked his feet up one at a time, setting it back down on the hard surface of the floor before he lifted the other. This was not at all like the soil he loved so much. Peering down, he noticed that a tiny bit of dirt had fallen onto the floor as he landed; from where exactly, there was no telling. Grubb bent down, and attempted to sweep the little clump of dirt into his hand, which he did with some success if one ignored the fact that more dirt fell onto the floor with his effort. His attempt to clean up after himself left the floor just about dirt-even.
It was only now that Grubb realized that the big-folk were talking to him. He looked around, and took in the wonderful scents and aromas of the kitchen.
"Blackberry!" he snapped off his decision. "Blackberries have such wonderful seeds." The logic of his decision may have escaped everyone, even Grubb himself, but at least the decision had been made.
The pixie watched the cooks and other servants as they moved about the kitchen, fascinated. Grubb reached over and tugged at the cuff on the gardener's trouser leg.
"What are the big-folk doing?" he asked, his head and eyes jumping from person to person as they busied themselves with the preparation of the wedding cake.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 28, 2017 9:54:33 GMT -8
The cook grumbled about dirt on the floor, but bustled off to prepare a blackberry cake. Crust was rolled, and a sticky blackberry filling was made out of sugar and berries. At the little fairy's tug, the gardener knelt down to hear his question.
"What are they doing? Why...they're baking a cake. A wedding cake, in fact. See how they're frosting it and stacking all the layers up like that? One of the maids is getting married tomorrow to the son of a blacksmith in town. The rest of them have done nothing but gossip all week long. Rowena Fletcher is taking care of the whole ceremony and everything. Even if she does just complain that the staff is always slacking, she does treat us pretty well."
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 28, 2017 15:55:06 GMT -8
Grubb noticed Capp's grumpy departure to begin making the pie, but didn't immediately draw a connection to the dirt, or even necessarily to himself. It would appear that Grubb's actions were more motivated by wanting his dirt back rather than a want for cleanliness in Capp's kitchen. Maybe Capp didn't like making pies? Maybe he just generally had a sour disposition? Grubb couldn't be sure.
"Rowena Fletcher is mean." Grubb confirmed his understanding of the gardener's words, and put a tiny scowl on his face so that his facial expression would match his words. His berating of the woman he'd never even heard of didn't last very long though, and after only a few seconds he was airborne again, hovering just above counter level so that he could more easily see the wonders of a cake being baked.
"..But if she gave me a cake like this, I'd be a maid too!" Grubb landed on the countertop and, just as before, a bit of dirt was jostled loose from his clothing. If Grubb knew what a maid did, the irony of a person in charge of cleaning leaving as much dirt behind as they took away was lost on him. It was becoming clearer by the second why Grubb wasn't invited into many proper big-folk kitchens.
The pixie watched intently as one of Capp's female assistants used a thin cake spatula to smooth the icing on the sides of the section of cake she was working on. Once done, she (thankfully and perhaps wisely) picked up the section of cake and took it to another work station for further decorating. The woman, however, did leave the cake knife unattended, with a rather inviting looking blob of icing on the end of it.
Grubb saw his chance and furtively began to sidle over to the cake knife. He looked at the assistant, her back was turned. He looked at the gardener, who obviously would be staring right at him. Grubb put his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet a few times. He leaned forward a bit, and sniffed the air above the bit of sugary white goodness. He could – if he wanted - grab up two handfuls of the icing and hustle double-time back over to the other side of the counter and back on to the floor before the assistant was any the wiser, but there was no getting around the gardener seeing his crime. Would the man be angry? Would he tell Capp not to make the pie for such an untrustworthy fairy?
It was just better to not endanger his pie for a couple handfuls of frosting, especially when Grubb was so close to having a whole pie! All to himself no less!
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Post by The Fletcher Family on Jun 2, 2017 17:43:20 GMT -8
The gardener chuckled at the little fairy's proclamation about his employer. It certainly did seem that way at times, and the maids seemed to get it worse than anyone else.
"Mistress Fletcher can be strict at times, but she pays well. The rest of the family is usually pretty nice though. They're not bad to work for. If you do good work and you're loyal to the family, the Fletchers will take good care of you."
He spotted Grubb sidling over to the cake knife, covered in sugary temptation. Grinning, he walked over to where the pixie stood. For a moment, it looked as though he was about to scold Grubb. However, a second later, it became clear exactly what the gardener's intentions were. Glancing furtively back and forth, he swiped his finger along the cake knife and stuck it in his mouth. He liked sugary things as much as anyone else, it seemed. He looked back at the assistant, whose back was still turned, and nodded to Grubb.
"Go ahead, little one, but make it quick."
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on Jun 6, 2017 5:09:13 GMT -8
Grubb stared wide-eyed as the gardener ate some of the frosting, left unattended by the woman. Of course the gardener liked sweets! The pixie began to think the two of them were more simpatico than it might have first appeared; they both worked and cared for the dirt (albeit perhaps not in the same way), and they both liked sweets.
The gardener hadn't much more gotten the words out telling Grubb it was alright to take some of the icing before Grubb was in motion. The little pixie scooped up a glob of the soft sugary treat that took both hands to hold, and scrambled back to the other side of the counter like he'd just robbed the lady. He extended his wings and fluttered to the floor quickly, holding the pilfered blob out in front of him. Once behind the safety of the counter, Grubb smashed the whole glob into his face, chomping away at the icing. It had been a long while since the pixie had had any actual sugary treats, and might have stopped to enjoy this one a bit longer if he wasn't trying to cram it into his mouth before any of the big-folk saw.
With the glob gone, Grubb hovered up to the counter once more. It was only now that he realized that his zeal in disposing of the lump of icing had left behind some evidence in the form of fluffy white icing smeared on his face. He wiped the icing off of his face with his hands, and jammed them into his mouth to completely hide his crime - aside from the extra bit of dirt that the shenanigan produced, but that dirt could have come from anywhere.. right? Right.
Grubb once again looked up at the gardener, choosing not to draw attention to their shared involvement in the recent icing larceny.
"What burned up all of the corn? It was a big-folk wasn't it?" he asked, curious to know what events he had worked to reverse in the field.
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