Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine.
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Scarlett felt her temper spiking but forced herself to stay calm, "I'm sorry, please say that again?"
The tiny creature sitting on the branch before her huffed and squeaked again in a rapid fire explanation. The red-haired woman reminded herself to be patient and ask yet again, "I'm sorry, you're speaking too fast. Please slow down and explain it one more time. I caught something about a dog?"
The pixie snorted and finally spoke slowly enough for Scarlett to understand, "I said, stupid human, that I want that dog punished! He ruined my home and he -"
She began speaking rapidly again, loosing Scarlett once more. The human woman sighed and refrained from pinching the bridge of her nose.
As the pixie seemed to be saying, a dog had come tearing through the part of the forest where her home was and had wrecked it in the process trying to dig her out. What Scarlett really needed to know was if there had been an owner nearby, as pixie hunting was illegal.
But the tiny creature had focused on how she'd been wronged and was now homeless, with demands to have the dog punished tossed in throughout her tirade. That was what Scarlett could understand of it, at least.
Casting her eyes over the pixie one more time, Scarlett took a mental inventory. So far, it seemed the pixie had only suffered a few scrapes and bruises in addition to the trauma of the dog attack. The main thing was that the wings were okay, as broken wings could mean the death of a pixie.
If they couldn't fly, they couldn't get food, find shelter or escape danger. It was also a sign that the dog had been trained to hunt pixies if it'd gone specifically for her wings. Sighing mentally, Scarlett interrupted the squeaky female and spoke, "Let me get some paperwork started and we can file this incident properly. In the meantime, is there anywhere you could stay at?"
The tiny female reddened a little and said, "There is! I can go to my suitor's place! Do you need to know his location?"
Seeing the sharply suspicious look, Scarlett shook her head, "No, we just need to know where we can contact you for further information. Now, are you sure there wasn't a human around at the time the dog attacked your home?"
The pixie waved a hand dismissively, still suspicious, "Through the local office will be fine then. I like their secretary."
At the question though, she puffed up her cheeks and fell into another high-pitched tirade that was much too fast for human ears to follow. Scarlett felt a headache coming on and reminded herself that this was part of her job, no matter how many times she got pushed in circles.