Holly was only one of eighteen pixies in the dungeon, but she certainly couldn't help but feel happy to be there. The Dungeon Master she affectionately called 'Miss Violet' was always kind and seemed to care a great deal for all of them. While she had been quite happy in her home kingdom, Holly knew that it was quite possible she could have ended up in much worse circumstances.
Despite how well her brother, Willow, and she got along, they had been very much in danger at home. Their eldest brother had been the crown prince and was set to receive his coronation in just a few short years. If they remained in the area, though, it would be seen as a challenge to his right to rule. That could result in any number of problems arising from being assassinated to a civil war taking place. While these events tended to look a bit different from how it did with the larger people, it was still, nonetheless, problematic.
Some of their other siblings had chosen to make the trek to other pixie villages and kingdoms to live out their lives there. Some of them were lucky enough to ask larger [Monsters] for help in doing so, but it wasn't like all of them could burden a dragon to help them. Besides which, neither Holly nor Willow actually had anything of worth to offer the local dragon to repay them for their help.
Due to their kingdom's size, they did have a few maps that depicted the kingdom they lived in. It was a map that was originally meant for a Human and took up an entire wall in the castle they had once called home. Any pixie kingdoms, cities, and villages they knew about were marked on the map, but it was hardly possible for them to know about every location when they couldn't personally travel there themselves.
Regardless, the point was, that trying to find a new home was far too difficult for Holly and Willow. Their best bet had been to sign up for the dungeon contract system and hope they could live semi-decent lives. However, as Holly showed Violet the tree she wanted her new fairy house to be hung on, she couldn't help but feel like she was one of the luckiest pixies alive. She had read the records in the castle library about what their kind usually had to deal with when it came to joining dungeons. It had never involved being given her own home, a suitable role in the dungeon, or being gifted customized clothing just for her.
Once her home was taken out, Violet said
"Here, Holly. Why don't you put your old clothes in your house? I'm not sure how they work, but nothing the others put in there ever seems to be altered by the dungeon when their rooms reset."
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Violet followed her statement up with some semi-incoherent mumbles about her intentions and the possibility of using some discovery to her advantage. Not wanting to interrupt her Dungeon Master, Holly waited to respond, but Violet ended up walking away, causing Holly to have to fly after her to say
"Thank you, Miss Violet! I really appreciate you giving us such nice clothing and homes. I promise to serve you and your dungeon to the best of my abilities!"
Violet just nodded, looking far away. She had other homes to place tonight too, so Holly decided to leave her be. Her brother's home was placed a few trees away from her own. It was far enough away to be considered a different neighborhood by typical pixie city standards, but it was still close enough that they could easily visit one another when the desire arose.
Truthfully, while their small size did slow them down a bit, they could still travel quite fast. They were only a little slower than a bee might be, which meant they could easily keep up with Violet, but they lacked the stamina to cross the distance of one Human settlement to the next without most of an entire day passing by. This was part of the reason their kind was often utilized as foragers within a dungeon. They were small enough to go unnoticed by most while still being fast enough to guarantee they could bring back something useful by the end of the day.
Holly had already talked to everyone else who lived in the dungeon. While they all seemed to be assigned to challenge rooms, not all of them were required to be there for the challenge to properly function. Apparently, Violet had mentioned to some of the early arrivals that she planned to give them the winter off, but then she would expect them to help with foraging in the spring. More than likely, such a job would be given to those like Cedar and Lily or Briar and Moss, who had been assigned to the flower hunt room.
Holly did feel a bit bad for them since the trek down to the first floor would be hard enough without anyone to open doors for them. However, Elder Hawthorn had reassured her that Violet cared for everyone's safety enough that she'd likely help them return once night fell. So, they would just have to worry about making it inside of the dungeon before then. It was common knowledge that Dungeon Masters couldn't leave the dungeon itself, after all. If they could, there would be no need for foragers of their size in the first place.
Holly knew her brother and she would never have to worry about being foragers, not without room assignments being changed, anyhow. The fact that their presence was meant to be part of the room's challenge had only been reinforced by the amount of effort Violet put into creating custom outfits for them. They were so pretty too! Holly had never felt more like a princess than she did now with the delicate materials and beautiful patterns she was wearing. Despite how nice the outfits she wore in her home kingdom were, it just wasn't the same as lace and glass pearls, something pixies normally wouldn't have access to.
Yes, Holly was truly happy and content to be part of Violet's dungeon. She couldn't have gotten luckier.