The sand sprite tilted her head at Vuvi, blinking her big, golden eyes with a faint shimmer of magic around her lashes.
"What do you mean… my story?" she asked, head tilting like a cat about to knock something off a shelf.
Vuvi groaned in that way only someone who's dealt with entirely too many weirdos could, already rubbing her temples like this conversation had aged her a century.
"Its… It's just how we do things, okay? The sad lady tells us her tragic life story, Pip does his magic thing, the day's magically fixed, and then we're off to go ruin someone else's week. So if you could, y'know…" she made a circular 'wrap it up' motion with her hands… "hurry it up, we have places to be. Wet dreams to fulfil."
