You hear the sound of gears firing up as the pixies glassy eyes come alight with magical light.
"Hello, what are you doing here? I don't get many visitors in this dusty old hole."
You start, a mite shocked at being addressed by something down here in the archives. You splutter out a clumsy retort.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? I asked you first! Well, lots! There is plenty of work to be done!"
Confused you ask why this mechanisation has decided to work here.
"Well, I thought I sensed a chance for mischief"
You hear the slide of brass plates as the serene face cracks into an impish smile. With a whirring clank the ruby wings click to life. A buzzing fills your ears as the strange creature that was before you flits up into the air thin whisks off behind your head, no doubt busy in it's work.
