Blodwyn glanced around the room from her prison: a suspended bird cage.It was amazing that her captor had found a cage that she couldn't just squeeze between the bars to escape. All Blodwyn remembered was that a human had come. Nothing remained of her memory after that. Blodwyn glanced about the stark space once more. Her raven black hair tickling her chin, it's under layer of white peeking through the black. Where the hey am I? Blodwyn thought with worry. One moment she'd been tending her flower beds in her home Garden, listening to the soft whisper of the sea in the distance and watching the pixie children around her play with a new sapling tree. Now, Blodwyn was here. In a cold room without any plant growth in sight. Not even a lonely potted plant in a forgotten corner. How could the owner of this sad space thrive here? It made little sense to a pixie who flourished on plants and tending to them. Along with family and close friends.
Fear descended like a shroud around Blodwyn at the thought that her family and friends could be in this horrid place. Blodwyn closed her eyes. Letting her thoughts drift as she searched the building with her Aura Sight. Aura Sight was the way pixies found eachother in buildings. It allowed a pixie to see auras through walls and allowed them to search for fallen comrades on a battle field should the fallen pixie be too injured to call out. Blodwyn was the second strongest Aura Sight pixie in her family line. Her great-great-great-grandmother had been the first to show an affinity for Aura Sight. Blodwyn had been blessed to have the same characteristics as her three times great grandmother. Her hair was similar to her three times great grandmother, only it was the opposite of the dead woman's.
