Fizzy Sprigwort

Fizzy Sprigwort, holding up Drip so you can say hello

Fizzy is a small, slight kobold with dusty blue scales, paler on his throat, and a crest of stiff blue spines running from the top of his head down the back of his neck. His ears are broad, webbed fins, cream on the inside, that flick straight up when he is excited, which is most of the time. His eyes are enormous and amber, his snout is short, and he is very nearly always smiling. He wears an oversized, much-mended tunic of rough cream cloth with wide sleeves he is forever pushing back, belted with a tangle of leather straps and pouches. A small corked vial hangs from his belt and a blue crystal hangs on a cord around his neck. There is dirt under every one of his claws, and more often than not there is a pot in one of his hands with something green in it.

Fizzy is not a brilliant botanist so much as an extraordinarily persistent one. He forgets complicated terminology and mislabels jars, but he understands the practical side of growing useful plants in terrible conditions remarkably well. He gives his plants names, apologizes to them aloud when he prunes them, and becomes genuinely offended when anyone describes gardening as "just putting something in dirt." The little pot of mint he carries everywhere is grown from a cutting of the very first plant he ever kept, and its name is Drip.