mb a few days later and rowan sends a message through the trees saying she was wondering if he would like to meet up at the border w the big pine around noon?

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Once again, Rowan had found some free time when the children were playing, and could slip away without being missed. She decided to ride Frost bareback, so if she and Stig had a conversation Frost wouldn't have to wait saddled up. The two left the faerie border, and a few minutes later, slightly close to the pixie border, Rowan stopped by a pretty tree, "Hi there. I'm Rowan - Stig said I could pass a message through you to him? I wouldn't want to bother if it is any trouble, but I would really appreciate it." Stig had just said to pass a message... he didn't say how, "It would just be: 'Do you want to meet up?' I'm not sure how location would work though..."

The tree seemed to tremble under Rowan's touch, and almost pulled away as if in fear. After a moment, it took in what the human was commanding it to do, and sent the message over to Stig, through each tree, straight to the pixie's home under a large, ancient tree.

Pixies lived in the ground, beneath huge trees, who's roots grew around the hollow spaces with little difficult. The trees thrived, but were terrified of the beings that lived under. Stig was a different case though, yes, he was a pixie, but the faerie blood in him remained no matter how much he tried to push it off. Granted, the trees would never tell him such a thing, they were much to scared of what he might do to them if they told him. So they mantained their silence out of fear.

Stig was writing at his desk, it was a note to a dear friend that was a witch, and could not hear the trees at all, as he was not tied to the earth as humans or other beings were. Witches were a whole different class, and Stig did his best to stay on their good sides, as they were very dangerous enemies. Even if many pixies were their offspring.

He tied the letter around a quick footed raven who set off just as the tree root tapped him on his shoulder. Stig looked up fiercely but backed off as soon as he figured it was just the trees. He listened intently, and sent back an easy message in return, as Rowan was not adept at speaking through the trees, she would not be able to read any message he sent through. So instead, he sent her the image of her just remaining where she was, and Stig approaching from the North.

Rowan would see the image in her mind and, hopefully, remain where she was while Stig met up with her. Thankfully, he had no business with the throne today, so he was able to meet up with her without any prior warning. He sent off the image before switching over to his tiny form, the form that pixies took in order to gain their wings, for they had none in their big form. Then he zoomed towards where he belived Rowan to be.

Rowan gasped as the tree shrunk away, and quickly pulled back her hand, "Oh gosh! I apologize, please, I did not mean to scare you or do anything wrong. There is no need to fear me - I will always defend nature. I've sort of... adopted a young tree nymph as my own when she needed protection. And if anyone needed protection, I will help as best as I can." Rowan made sure not to touch the trees, and she didn't want to make any more mistakes, or worry the trees. She felt awful about scaring them, and causing fear.

When an image was sent back to Rowan, she figured that Stig wanted her to stay where she was, so the immortal didn't move. Frost started to nibble on grass, but she kept him from eating the leaves off of the trees. That did not seem like a good impression to make.

The tree seemed to right itself the old being sending word to its siblings all over, questions raising in all the trees. This woman was with the faeries from what they could see, and she was one of the immortals that often took their powers from nature.

Like pixies.

The trees liked this one though, she took care of their children. Nymphs were related to trees, obviously, but the bond went deeper than any being other than a nymph or a tree could understand. The trees appreciated that the woman took care of the child, and as such, hid her from the passing witches that she did not know about.

The witches wandered the woods here, and the lady obviously did not understand this. So the trees collectively branched together to keep the immortal safe.

Stig knew he was close, and returned to his large form, touching the trees to search for Rowan. He was surprised to find her being protected by the trees from the wandering witches. He had forgotten that today was the meeting of the covens and his people. Where the two joined together to allow their species to mingle, to find loves and friends.
Stig never went, because he was afraid that his many siblings on the witch side would remember him and pull him into conversations that he didn't want. Especially about his brother. Stig hated talking about that faerie, or pixie, Alvaro refused to acknowledge his true self, even if he was a faerie, he was more of a pixie in his power.

Ugh, and here Stig was, thinking about that heathen again. He had more pressing matters to deal with, like Rowan. Stig entered the clearing Rowan was safely tucked away in with his camoflauged skin on view for her to see. He would probably never show her his actual appearance, as that was only for other pixies and maybe a witch to see.

"Hello Rowan, it is nice to see you, though you have chosen quite the wrong day to make an appearance." Stig gave Rowan a grim smile, his green eyes dancing around the clearing with mild concern. He did not talk to the witches often, and he had no idea what they would do if they found him talking to a lowly immortal.

Rowan sensed a change in the attitude of the trees, and smiled politely, "I... know my magic is supposed to take away your energy, but I'm trying to change that! I haven't done a lot with it, and I only just recently found out... what I am. But ever since then, I've tried to focus my magic from inside of me. Use my own energy, and not steal it." She gently, and cautiously, approached the original tree, and dipped her head, "I sincerely thank you for offering your kindness. Please let me know if you ever want assistance."

Moments later she heard Stig's voice, and turned to face it after offering the trees one more honest smile, "I was not aware this was bad timing," Rowan shoved her hands into her brown pants pockets, "If there is something else you need to attend to, I don't mind leaving." Frost danced around the cleared and shoved his nose at the pixie, allowing Rowan to focus on where he was.

The trees were happy that the immortal was trying to change her ways, even if it could eventually lead to her death if she was not careful enough.

The presence of the pixie made them cold again, becoming distant and quiet, no longer a welcoming force. Fortunately for Rowan, they decided to continue to shield her presence from the incoming witches. And Rowan was lucky, as there were many witches wandering about just outside the wall of trees.

Stig shook his head, ignoring the wave of icy cold anger the trees sent at his arrival. "Ah I am perfectly fine being here, I am more concerned about you. There are many witches here today, a coven is meeting up with my tribe. You are lucky you were not caught, they have a vicious steak starting back from the dawn of time. Some of them are decent enough, but many are just violent and dangerous." He spoke only the truth, witches' often had compromised souls, many were hardly even remotely human after so many lives.

"I'm happy you were not caught though, I was hoping you'd come back to be honest. The human world is still very intriguing." Stig flashed pearly white teeth, his green eyes filling with a mild curiosity. Granted, he definitely should not be getting this close to an immortal out of all the things, but he so rarely had anything other than death and despair in his life. He really just wanted one singular person who wasn't a part of it, just so he could know what was happening outside the forest.

Rowan's mouth fell open slightly, and she shook her head to clear the rush of emotions, "Oh." Rowan looked at the trees, "That is what you are protecting me from...." She spoke softly, gratitude shimmering in her eyes, "Thank you." Turning back to Stig, Rowan crossed her arms, although it was not an angry gesture. It was more... thoughtful, "I see. I am certainly lucky, then, to have found friends in the forest that are willing to help. And... I suppose if my presence is hidden, and we are both already here.. I could tell you about what has been going on?"

Rowan cocked her head and grinned, Frost trotting around to be behind her and graze.

Stig nodded as Rowan looked around at the trees. They had taken a liking to the immortal, though he wasn't quite sure why. Immortals took their power from nature, much like pixies did, and Rowan wasn't even much of an immortal considering how young she was. Perhaps that was why the trees liked her, because she had yet to show that side of immortality. The side that went mad with power.

Stig's eyes suddenly lit up at the sound of Rowan bringing from the outside world. The world he was not allowed in. "That sounds absolutely delightful, if you truly wouldn't mind it, then I would greatly enjoy listening to what you have to say." Stig seemed slightly more visible, he was still blending in, but he had turned a lighter green than the area around him. So he was more visible to Rowan.