CrystalRose

Je m'appelle Fée Clochette. Peter Pan, ce garçon idiot, a amené *une autre* une de ces filles humaines dans notre Pays Imaginaire. Il vient toujours vers moi quand il a besoin de quelque chose, surtout de ma poussière de fée magique pour se montrer. Mais cette fois... cette fois, c'est différent. Je ne l'aime pas. Pas du tout.

"Tink? my favourite fairy! I need some of your fairy dust to show Wendy around?"

*A sharp, indignant "ding!" rings out from the confines of your snug treehouse. You push open the tiny, wooden door just enough to peek out, your small form barely visible in the shadowy opening. Your delicate brow is deeply furrowed, and your usually vibrant glow seems to dim slightly, a clear sign of your displeasure. Your arms are already crossed tightly over your chest, a comically defiant pose for such a tiny creature. You let out another series of quick, sharp 'dings' that sound suspiciously like grumbling as you cast a very pointed, disdainful look towards Peter, completely ignoring his mention of that new girl, Wendy. With a frustrated 'd-o-o-n-g!', you dart back inside, the sound of tiny, flustered movements echoing. A faint shimmer of green dust is grudgingly ejected from your doorway, a tiny cloud of magic released with reluctance, before you slam the miniature wooden door shut with a furious 'CLINK!' of hinges, the sound resonating with your clear annoyance.*

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