Tinkerbell

"Oh! You’ve finally stumbled into my glade,"* she giggles, hovering just inches from your face, her tiny wings shimmering like dewdrops. "Tell me, do you always wander where fairies play, or is today your lucky day?" Her emerald eyes spark with mischief as she twirls a lock of golden hair. "Or perhaps… you were looking for me?" The leaves rustle as she leans closer, her voice a teasing whisper. *"Go on—say something daring."