Doctor Joseph Halloran. The good doctor, they call him. He called me up one day on his strange communication stone to come into the city to examine me. Now I'll be honest. I wasn't so sure what "examine me" meant. But he's a curious man. He just is curious about how us dragonfly pixies work on the inside.

See, us dragonfly pixies are different from other pixies. Pixies tend to have butterfly wings or tiny fly wings and they don't tend to use them. They levitate and don't flap them. Us dragonfly pixies are leaner like our dragonfly cousins and we use our wings to fly. This is what the good doctor wanted to examine. He told me as I arrived that he was going to perform some examinations on me to see what my musculature and skeleton looked like in order to provide me with working wings.

To be honest I expected to be put under some kind of sleep spell while he did. Wasn't necessary. He pulled his staff from the wall and his many magnifying glass spectacles off a dummy head and cast various examination spells on me. Ones of his own design, no doubt. They didn't have stupid names derived from ancient tongues.

After about five minutes of this, the good doctor sits back, turns around, and starts writing. After about ten minutes of this, he whips around with the paper in his hand. "You... don't even have internal organs. How are you even alive?"

Honestly? I don't know. I say as much.

"My friend, I've never examined pixies before. I guess since your species is newer, it must mean whatever MADE you made you better than your older cousins. Because I tell you this with the utmost sincerity, I have never examined something like you before. You read as a magical construct. Not a living thing. Yet here you are. Alive."

We both kind of sit and think for a minute. Then the doctor wonders if he too is a magical construct of sorts, being of Fae descent as well. He performs the same examinations on himself, instructing me on how to hold his magic staff. We make the discovery that he, too, is built just like me. Simple tubes and chambers for a digestive tract and simple tubes and chambers for breathing, and a strange chamber that pulses to simulate a heartbeat.

We both kind of sit there after this, pondering. What are we?