Tiffany blinked, there was something odd about the feegle’s appearance. Odder than usual at least.

“Rob,” she said slowly, “what have you got on your face?”

“Ach you noticed then,” the feegle said, sounding uncharacteristically embarassed. “Weeeell, I’ve been getting on rare teaching the bairns their letters ye ken, we’re all the way up to ‘puh’ now. But ehm, I noticed a wee bitty while ago the letters were dancing a bit, shakin and the like…and yon other big hag wi aw the books was about so I thought I’d ask how tae make the buggers stay in place ken?”

“Miss Tick.” Tiffany nodded, picking up the wool she had been carding and starting over again.

“Aye that one. Well she had me look at some really big letters, and some rare small ones, then she started moving em about and getting me to cover one eye at a time and then she got me to look at em through the bottom of some bottles and de ye know I never thought Bear Huggers could ever make anything look straight but just shows you what I know.” He shook his tiny head, reaching up to remove the tiny spectacles from his nose and offering them up to Tiffany who took them, balanced on her pinky finger.

“They’re cut from quartz under the mountain,” Rob said, somewhat proudly Tiffany thought, “our boy Wee Allan But No As Wee As Wee Allan, cut them for me.” He beamed, “Miss Tick says he could be an Optician, whatever the hell that is.”

Feegles for the people wanting more Feegles. I do have some Discworld fic up on my Ao3 too. I don’t remember writing most of them (yay, memory loss) so God knows what state they’re in but knock yourselves oot.