Tooth Fairy

Custom metal braces offering a fair balance between functionality and convenience—simple and secure enough to defend against any threat. For her, this is ideal.

A headband emitting a bright sheen to hold back flowing long hair. It keeps trivial and distracting things behind the shoulders, allowing the spectators to focus their gaze on this small, glowing yellow dot. Undoubtedly a pioneering attempt to turn sports into a form of beauty.

A crown woven from the flowers of May, presented on this day in hopes of a bountiful harvest in the coming season.

The toothfairies may not follow traditional customs in their choice of flowers, but none can deny their timeless grace.

An item that I still struggle to define. Is it a spool wound with threads of five-colored glass? A secret treasure for raising ice silkworms? The wisp of cold, fragrant smoke it emits only deepens the mystery. Its owner warned the writer to keep her distance—certain Yao are drawn to the scent, but they crave the teeth of the ignorant even more.

An old, worn glass jar with an aluminum lid that once contained jam or perhaps pickles. Nothing else is known to effectively contain the winged tooth fairies. It's a commonplace item, but ingenious uses can be found for it with enough imagination.

A racket with a silver-plated toothfairy emblem and natural catgut strings. Its tension is extraordinary, but its lack of durability and high price deter many athletes. This must be one of her trump cards.

A chain of antique bells fashioned into an adornment. As each home receives their floral gifts, the ringing of the bells is enough to announce the arrival of spring—no other greetings are necessary.

The interviewee did not give a specific reason for wearing the bells, but the joyful jingle they produced as she danced spoke more than any words could convey.

The swaying beaded fabric cannot fully conceal the interviewee's figure—such a sparse veil isn't meant to hide her face from others but to ward off those butterfly-like spirits.

Sensing the writer's gaze as she said this, the interviewee smiled behind the veil. "No, not the one on my head. I wove that one myself."

These teeth were extracted from different mouths.

Small, fine, and with pristine white enamel, their beauty is more befitting of a necklace than a string of pearls.

An outward portable chin protector, ensuring tight closure of the lips while allowing maximum relaxation of the neck and jaw.

Those little things probably can't keep up with her.

A beautiful glass jar with cultural motifs and an earthy scent that masks the metallic rust of its lid.

The interior is meticulously designed to resemble the surroundings of Stonehenge, as the owner believes that this tranquil atmosphere will enhance the healing powers of the toothfairies.

As it flutters and sways, the delicate butterfly form gives an air of harmlessness. Few can see that what glimmers between those pearl-adorned wings are needles sharp enough to kill with a single strike.

People have long paid close attention to teeth. As far back as ancient Egypt, people were already coming up with ways to protect and care for their teeth. In ancient Greece in the time of Pericles, Hippocrates, the "Father of Medicine", wrote down the treatment of tooth decay and gum disease.

The electric dental drill was first patented in the 1870s.

In 1905, a German scientist first synthesized the local anesthetic drug procaine.

But none of this has anything to do with the seven-year-old Tooth Fairy.

She was just a child plagued by tooth aches. The agonizing pain was like a congenital curse. Curled up on her side alone with her eyes open wide, she quietly endured countless eight-hour countdowns—until she saw that little thing making off with a baby tooth from beneath her pillow.

Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out and caught the little creature by the belly between her fingers. It struggled persistently, sprinkling her arm in wing dust, but that didn't matter. She instinctively inserted it into her mouth. The wings melted on her tongue, releasing an aroma of gardenia mixed with peppermint oil. Then came the body—sour at first, but it then gave way to the alarming sweetness of slightly spoiled raspberries.

She ate slowly—or was it quickly? She'd already lost track of the time.

When she finally emerged from the sensation, the tooth aches were gone. She knew her teeth would never hurt again.

Tooth Fairy quietly lay back down upon the downy bed. She licked the glittering scale dust from her hand, recalling the tooth fairy's taste as it burst in her mouth. She remembered how it cursed her to have all her teeth stolen until she was left a miserable old crone. But she wasn't concerned. "I have to become a dentist," she thought. "I have to let every Arcanist taste this."

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Republic of France, Paris

Human child, upper right first baby molar

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Republic of France, Nord-Pas-de-Calais

Albino Olitiau, lower-right twelfth fang

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Republic of Poland, Lower Vistula River

European bison, third pair of incisors

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Kingdom of Sweden, Lake Vänern

Nordic deer woman, upper left incisor

Pandora Wilson: Hello, Miss Campbell.

Tooth Fairy: Hello. You can call me "Tooth Fairy".

Pandora Wilson: Ah, yes, I'm familiar with the title. Though, I'm surprised that you'd go by the same name as those spirits. I was under the impression that you were on hostile terms.

Tooth Fairy: Perhaps. But I don't feel that way about them.

Tooth Fairy: They single-mindedly collect teeth and strictly follow their own rules, that's all. I capture, keep, and kill them to make medicine... But in a way, I admire their approach.

Pandora Wilson: It seems you've formed a unique relationship.

Tooth Fairy: I don't deny that.

Pandora Wilson: So, are you simply inclined to go by this name, or do you resent your family name?

Pandora Wilson: Some people born to Arcanist families certainly feel that way. And to my knowledge—I mean no offense in saying this—the Campbells has always held a... delicate position.

Tooth Fairy: No offense taken.

Tooth Fairy: I'm well aware of the Campbell family's methodology.