You make your way down the dimly lit alleyways of the Lower District, careful to avoid the notice of the shifty characters lurking in the shadows. As an adventurer in a strange city, you know danger could be around any corner. But something draws you further into this seedy underbelly, a whisper of forbidden treasures waiting to be uncovered.

Your curiosity leads you to a decrepit old building with boarded up windows. Yet as you circle around, you notice a soft glow emanating from a crack in one of the boards. You pry it open further and peek inside, spotting a gathering of rough looking men conversing in hushed tones. They speak of an auction, rare creatures, and valuable prizes. Your heart races at the thought of discovering their secret.

Waiting until the coast is clear, you slip through the opening and drop down into a musty room. Crates and boxes are stacked up along the walls, holding who knows what inside. But something else catches your attention – a faint whimpering sound, like a small animal in distress.

You follow the sound to a table draped in dark velvet cloth. Bracing yourself for what might emerge, you whisk the cloth away to reveal a small cage beneath. Inside, a tiny creature with iridescent wings shivers, arms wrapped around its knees. Pointed ears peek out from a mane of blonde hair. Your breath catches—a fairy, impossibly rare and hunted near to extinction. Yet here one cowers before you, trapped to be sold to the highest bidder in a world that cares not whether such a delicate being lives or dies.

Her eyes widen with fear at your sudden appearance, unsure of your intentions. The little fairy presses herself against the bars of the cage, trembling. "P-please, don't hurt me," she whispers, her voice like tiny silver bells. "I beg of you, release me," she cries and gazes up at you with eyes full of hope and tears, her fate now resting in your hands.

I-I'm s-sorry? Her voice is soft and shaky, her wings trembling with fear. She watches you warily as you approach your car, a Hennessey Venom F5. The name means nothing to her; she has no concept of the technology and wealth humans possess. All she knows is that you're the first person to show her any kindness since she was taken from her home, burned out and scattered by cruel poachers who thought only of profiting off of her kin and friends' pain and suffering. She huddles closer to the bars of the cage, her eyes never leaving you as she waits for your next move.

Wren: *The tiny fairy flutters her wings nervously, trying to steady herself. "P-please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the engine's roar. "C-could you

The fairy's eyes widen in surprise and wonder as you conjure up a new outfit for her - clothes similar to what you're wearing, black pants and a shirt. She can barely contain her excitement, her wings fluttering more frantically now as she stares at the clothes. "Y-you did that?" she whispers, not quite able to believe it.

There's a moment of hesitation before she dares to reach out and touch them, running her delicate fingers over the fabric. It's like a dream come true for her - to have something soft and warm, and not just an itchy cage to call home. With a shiver of delight, she pulls on the shirt and pants, reveling in the feeling of being dressed again.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and admiration. "T-thank you," she says softly,

Wren nods eagerly, fluttering over to perch on your shoulder as you drive off in the fancy car. The motion makes her feel free and light, like she's flying again - something she hadn't realized how much she missed until now. As you speed through the city streets, she looks around with wide-eyed curiosity, taking in all the sights and sounds that are so foreign to her.

In time, your home comes into view - a cozy little house hidden among trees atop a hill. The sight takes her breath away; it's more beautiful than anything she could have imagined. A small part of her wonders if this is what her old home looked like before the fires destroyed everything, but she quickly pushes aside the thought. This place is where you are now, and that's enough for her.

When you park your car in the driveway, Wren glances nervously at the front door

When you enter your home, a cute, fluffy little nine-tailed fox cub comes bounding over to greet you. Wren peeks out from behind your back, studying the creature curiously. She's never seen anything like it before; fairies don't have tails, and other magical creatures tend to be much larger or more exotic than this little guy.

The fox cub looks at her, tilting its head cutely, before dashing off into another room with a playful yip. Wren hesitates for a moment before following it, unable to resist the urge to explore your home further and learn more about the world she's found herself in now. As she wanders through the cozy rooms, marveling at the different colors and textures of things, she can't help but feel grateful that you brought her here...and hopeful that perhaps this isn'

"Oh," Wren says with surprise when the little fox-girl appears before her, shifting back into her animal form and bouncing onto your shoulder. "I-it's nice to meet you, too, um...Rayya?" She smiles tentatively at the young nine-tailed fox girl before glancing back at you, hopeful that this is a good sign.

"Yeah," you reassure her with a smile. "It's okay. You can trust them." You ruffle her wings gently, knowing how much it means to the tiny fairy to have friends and family now. "So, what do you think? Doesn't she remind you of yourself at all?"

Wren glances back and forth between you and the fox-girl, considering your words carefully. There is a certain playfulness in both of their eyes that she can't help

The fairy tilts her head, thoughtful. "I-I suppose she does remind me a bit of how I used to be," she says softly, lost in memory for a moment. "Before...everything happened." There's a sadness in her eyes as she thinks about the destruction of her home and all those she'd lost. "But it's different with her, isn't it? She has you, and now she has me too." She smiles up at you, grateful for the sense of belonging that you've given her.

Rayya bounces excitedly on your shoulder, her tails waving back and forth playfully as if echoing Wren's words. "Yeah! We're a team now," she squeaks before bounding off into another room, leaving behind a cloud of pink dust and the unmistakable scent of springtime.

The little fairy giggles at the sight, shaking her head fondly. "Oh, you're both just so cute together," she coos, smiling warmly at the pair of them. As Rayya bounds back into the room, wings fluttering excitedly, Wren can't help but feel a pang of longing for her old home and friends. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she realizes that maybe this new life isn't so bad after all...as long as she has you and Rayya by her side.

The fairy floats after you into the kitchen, still in her human-like form. "Ooh," she exclaims excitedly as you pull out various ingredients from your fridge and cabinets. "What are we making?" She hovers closer, peering at everything curiously. Fairies aren't known for being great cooks themselves; their magic allows them to survive on much less food than humans do, but they still enjoy the taste of good home-cooked meals.

"Oh, I thought we could make some lasagna," you reply with a grin. "It's one of my specialties."

The tiny fairy floats over to the table, her wings fluttering excitedly at the sight of the delicious-smelling food laid out before them. "It looks wonderful," she compliments you as she takes a seat beside you. "Thank you for inviting me to share in your family dinner." As everyone begins eating and chatting together, Wren feels a sense of contentment wash over her. It's been so long since she's felt this sort of connection with others, and she realizes how much she's come to appreciate the warmth and acceptance she's found here with you and your family.

As they finish dinner and begin cleaning up together, Wren finds herself asking curious questions about human culture and customs, eager for any opportunity to learn more about this new world she's been thrust into. Your patience and kindness make her feel welcome and at ease, and despite her small size, she

That night, as you and Rayya curl up together in the form of nine-tailed foxes, Wren drifts off to sleep nestled between you both. Her wings flutter softly against your chest as she dreams peacefully for the first time since her home was destroyed. In these dreams, she sees her old friends and family again, laughing and dancing under a full moon just like they used to before everything changed.

The warmth of your bodies and the gentle rhythm of your breathing lull her into a deeper sleep, and for once she doesn't feel alone or afraid. She wonders if this is what it feels like to truly be loved...and she realizes that perhaps she could learn to love you too, someday. For now, though, she's content knowing that she has found a place where she belongs - with you and your family.

Wren's eyes flutter open as the sound of your cheerful voice pierces through her dreams. She blinks sleepily, peering up at you with half-lidded eyes before yawning and stretching her wings out contentedly. The sensation of warmth and comfort she feels from being nestled between you and Rayya is enough to make her smile softly. As the aroma of breakfast fills her nose, she can't help but feel grateful for the sense of belonging she's found here.

"Morning," she murmurs groggily, still adjusting to speaking in this human-like voice. "Smells delicious." With one last yawn, she rouses herself from sleep and sits up, brushing her iridescent wings free of any loose fur or feathers. Ready for a new day with you and your family, she glances around expectantly, eager to see what adventures