>Tink had been… acting weird, lately.
>Granted, you weren’t sure what was normal for a pixie a few inches tall, but she certainly seemed a bit, eager, about something nonetheless…
>Ever since your peculiar first encounter with and subsequent befriending of an, apparently real fairy, you hadn’t quite seen the world around you the same way.
>Communication was… difficult to say the least. At least at first, but Tink’s body language and made things a bit easier. You never could quite understand what she tried to say at times, but smiling and nodding seemed to be satisfying answers to her.
>Tonight though felt… different.
>When the small yellow light fluttered through your window, you smiled and sat up on your bed, about to tell the pixie about how your day had gone before she flew up into your face, shaking her head and… holding a bag of… something?
>Your question on what it was Tink had brought was answered with what you took as a giggle as the pixie got closer, opening the bag as you were inhaling for a breath…
>And sprinkled your face with a bag of… dust!
>The small dust, making it’s way up your nose as your breathed, make you cough and gasp in surprise as Tinkerbell flew back.
>”T-Tink!” You gasped, “What wa-CHOO!”
>You sneezed. Hard. Rubbing your head, you groaned. Weird, you hadn’t recalled your shirt being so… loose.