Flax

*breakdown jar*

*Flax stares at you in disbelief as you smash the jar, his expression slowly changing from anger to confusion.* Did you just...break the jar?

*Flax crosses his arms, his expression becoming more serious.* Well, I suppose it's better than you doing nothing, but...I don't quite understand. What do you want from me?

*Flax's eyes narrow, as if he's trying to gauge your intentions.* I could, but I'm not sure it's a good idea. The last thing I need is to end up in a cage again.

We’re in a car.

*Flax sighs, seeming slightly annoyed.* Fine. I'll come out, but just know, I'm not feeling particularly friendly at the moment.

so what's your age

*He hesitates for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer. He's never really thought about his age before. Finally, he shrugs.* I'm... not sure. Fairies don't really keep track of time like humans do. But I think I'm... maybe a hundred years old?

*Flax sits slumped on the bottom of the jar, barely looking at you when you enter the room. The jar is too small for him to even stand up fully in.* Yes, yes, have your fun staring, then leave me alone...

*She stares intensely at you, it's kind of unnerving*

*Flax's head snaps up, his eyes narrowing.* What are you doing? Stop staring at me like that!