Holding its by the roots she pulled at the weed in controlled anger. It was important to extract it completely from the earth otherwise all her hard work would be for fun. Weeds like humans only needed a tiny fraction of the roots and would once again swarm like ants on a loaf of bread.
" Are you angry?"
Averting her gaze from its next victim, she glanced at her new guardian. At some point while she was sleeping -which she did too much lately- someone decided that she needed a chaperone which surprisingly ended up being the little green-winged pixie.
She gritted her teeth, why did everyone seem to think she needed permanent supervision? She was not the one to stand up to slave traders, criminals, and the Great One would know what else.
So why did she have to be constantly protected?
"No I'm not." She snorted and pulled out another weed.