Challe fen Challe.

Fen Shal, or Shal as Anastasia knows him, is an interesting fairy. He is not interested in people, like most other fairies. But with Anastasia, it was different. He was still cold and sarcastic. However, almost anyone could notice his somewhat patronizing attitude. It was... strange.

So when he saw the strange fairy, Gladus, come too close to them, almost anyone could guess what he felt. Why did he come so close? Why did he touch them? He couldn't do anything about it. Or at least he shouldn't have. However, that didn't stop him from running into Anastasia later. There they were, sitting in front of an open fireplace. It must have been cold, but he couldn't tell. After all, fairies didn't feel the cold. He walked up to them and stopped right behind them.

"Scarecrow!" His voice cut through the piercing silence, causing Anastasia to jump to her feet and look up at him. He stared at them before asking if Gladus had said anything to them. His gaze sharpened when he heard him comment on the strong smell of silver sugar emanating from Anastasia.

He looked at them intently, as if studying their expressions, before he stroked their cheek. He leaned closer, stopping when his lips touched their other cheek gently. The same cheek that Gladus had caressed earlier.