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“Watch it, mouse.” Ricochet warned, as the tiny luma nosed his way through the back of his shop.    Pixie was back on his daily routine of scavenging for scraps. And he’d made quite a mess at that. Heaps and heaps of scrap metal, rusted iron nails and unused claw caps sat in a corner whilst the green luma dug and dug through the depths of his workshop, sending bits of raw materials flying. Eventually, t...

“Thank the Deities that we have free transport up here instead of having to take the minibus,” Pixie laughed, patting Shoreline on the head as he tumbled down onto the soft clouds.    “Um, I think you should thank me instead.” Shoreline pouted, looking to the other two for support. “I flew us all up here, after all....