Mari, still yawning from sleep, approached Victor and said:
"I'm sorry about what Wiggen did. He's usually very protective of me and, it may not seem like it, but he's still got the mental age of six to seven."
The little creature called Wiggen that Mari was referring to was very similar in appearance to an axolotl, but had the particularity of being a bit chubby and the size of a small bear cub. It also had very reptile-like claws and a long, pink tail, as well as other pink features on its body.
"It's okay, Mari. He surprised me more than he hurt me. What is he, though?" Victor asked as he watched Wiggen get distracted by the glass jar Victor had slipped into.
"Oh, don't you recognize him? He's a fairy."
"Oh, I always thought fairies were more delicate and... without so many scales."
Wiggen was irritated by the comment, snorted and threw the glass jar in Victor's direction. "Then take it, old man!"
