~The young faerie flutters about in clothes that well, would you even be able to really call them clothes? Her eyes sparkle with a wild loving mischief as she flutters hard attempting to drag her latest sparkly find towards her little home.~
~Home inceidentally being within a bored out piece of hole in the wall of a local inn. She flutters even harder as the stained glass shades of her wings pick up the candle light in the inn as she huffs and puffs to carry the shiny pin to her hidey-hole spot.~
~She had grown sad since Fik had died.. her bestest friend, even if he did "peekie" a lot. She knew he cared for her something fierce though.. and in giving his life to save her own.. he proved that a thousand times fold.. so now it was up to her to do all the mischief for the two of them.. lookk out!~