Fiacail glanced down briefly, twiddling her fingers as she hovered before glancing up again with a smile, her wings beating so swiftly that they were practically invisible.
She smoothed her feathers down out of habit, observing the stranger before her, the first thing she’d noticed from the air was the impressive mane of hair the lass had.
The fairy couldn’t help but fly closer, touching a few of the curled strands with a soft giggle, she had always admired folks who had hair, there was so much that could be done with it and all different types, lengths and textures.
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The little pixie's softness and fluttering wings were more than intriguing to the Scottish princess--as she had never seen such a creature with hummingbird and human features intertwined. Merida's lips twisted at the fairy's smile and smoothing of vibrantly colored feathers.
"Wot a bonnie lass, ye a're," she remarked, beaming at the lass' curiosity of the wild scarlet locks tethering her scalp. Mollified giggles sent sparks of sunlight up Merida's spine and pooled within her chest warmly. She'd seen various forms of magic, myth, and legend in her short years, but nothing had ever prepared her for the softness of what hovered right before her eyes.
Without much thought, Merida offered her finger to the little creature gently, hoping to get a better view of the colors, textures, and softness.
"D'ya 'ave a name?" she asked, endlessly simpering.
