@sleihbeggey:
He first notices the tickling sensation in hair, behind his ear. He essentially smacked the poor thing out of place, knocking it to the ground.
A fairy.
She's dressed all in blue, clothing that seems to be made from navy rose petals stitched together. Glossy, gossamer wings sprout from her back and she flutters them nervously as she wrings her hands behind her back, crossing bare, dainty feet together. Her hair, he notes, is the same gray as his own - difference being it's straighter than his own and falls to her tiny waist. A pair of pointed ears prod through the sleek curtain.
"I'm so so sorry! Are you okay?"
The sound of bells answered him and he doesn't question how he can understand it.
"Oh? You're supposed to be my messenger?"
Tinkle, tink.
"Oooohhh. Well, I'm doubly sorry then, milady. You're welcome to hide in my hair whenever you like." She's barely larger than his hand, the fairy-girl. She could ride around on his shoulder and he wouldn't even feel her.
Though, something seems to have grabbed her attention and she's flitting off like a blue-white dart.
"Eh? Did I say something? Come baaack!" He gives chase. By the time he stops, he sees his fairy-messenger hovering around a young, red-haired girl.
"Ah, hello miss! I'm sorry! She just flew away from me!" Maybe this female doesn't like him either - how tragic.