Page 112 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
He blinked, snapping out of whatever plans he was making in his head. “Uh, right. Yes. That would work.”
“Would it be possible to have Mortimer open and shut the gate for us? I can give him gear to wear so he doesn’t get hurt, and it’ll be better if we have some extra hands.”
“That’s fine.”
“Could we also recruit Aeson? Having more people keeping the pixies away would be beneficial and allow us to get this done faster.”
He waved Miles away. “Sure. Take whoever you need. Just get this done.”
Miles gave him a nod and stood, holding his hand out. “I can take the gate keys and give them to Aeson or Mortimer.”
Sharp opened a drawer and produced a set of keys, handing them over. “Thank you. Notify me when you’re finished so I can drive the egg away.”
“Will do.”
We left the office, and I shoulder-bumped Miles as we walked back to Chaos. “You okay?”
“Kind of. I really wanted to smack that guy.”
I snorted. “Me too.”
“I can’t believe he’s so mean to Chaos.”
“People suck.”
He snorted. “Sure do.”
We explained everything to Chaos, and he texted Aeson to meet us at the Carry A Faerie truck so all four of us could gear up.
“I didn’t realize you had extra pixie gear,” I said to Miles as he opened up the truck bed.
“Since we’ve been dealing with so many pixies lately, I ordered a few new pairs since it’s such a pain to wash them. Figured it’d be easier to switch them out while the others are drying and whatever.”
“Ah, gotcha. Makes sense.”
He shot me a small smile before he pulled out the pixie gear bin and opened it.
Chaos surprised me by not complaining about the gear. Sola jumped from my shoulder to the top of the truck, overlooking us and sticking her nose up at Clucky, who was sitting on the tailgate, nipping at my clothes—in a friendly way, not an I-want-to-eat-you way.
I gave her a few pets, and Sola let out a very angry-sounding noise that was almost a growl. Who knew a firebird could growl?
Miles sighed. “Sola, he’s just petting her.”
She let out the sound again, and I held back a laugh as I lifted my hand to pet Sola. She turned her head away from me, like she was shunning me, and Miles sighed again.
“Sola.”
She let out a sad-sounding cheep, then moved back over to me so I could pet her.
I whispered, “You’ll always be my Sola-girl, okay? Promise.”
Her trill sounded a little happier, and I heard Miles snort and saw him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.
After a few more pets to both familiars, I finished gearing up.
Aeson came out when we were all geared up, saying, “Sorry, I had to finish up a tour. Hey, guys. What’s up?”
Miles explained the situation, handing over new pixie gear, and the kid seemed happy to help us.
