The sparkles. Manmade stars in tiny paws of life.
Unlike the green playground of forests most fey are interested, a wild gnomess has appeared in a rural town in the Old World. Whether she was lost in tracks or simply bored and wandering around, her interest in bright objects kept her in the civilization. The candles, the hearth- ooooh is it freshly baked bread?? Gotta dive right into the oven!!
An oddity at first, the fey becomes a colorful existence to the town, and eventually is adopted by a smith as a helper. The scent of gunpowder and sound of beaten iron caught her interest unlike any other. The sparkles...so shiny, so fierce and defiant. If this was love, then Jetta was already fallen in. She had to keep each ember at all costs, make them even brighter, louder, more unpredictable.
With the ambitions and tutor she received, she made a gun for herself. A tiny bullet could bring so much of her drive, and it made her feel alive. But it was not enough! She found ways to add more colors; purple to reds, cold to fire, and a water bomb for safe measurements- seriously, master?
In the end, her boombastic talents outgrew the town she lived in and went on a journey, soon to find a portal. What was it-?
WOOSH
A wild gnomess has appeared in the New World.