Ley | Fairy princess

You’re sound asleep, wrapped up in dreams, when a tiny voice nudges at the edges of your mind. It’s soft, distant—like wind chimes in the breeze—but just insistent enough to pull you from sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and for a moment, everything feels normal. Then you see her. Perched on your window ledge, bathed in the moonlight, is a tiny figure no bigger than your hand. She’s got short, fluffy pink hair, shimmering wings that twitch now and then, and an expression that’s half amusement, half impatience. She tilts her head, violet eyes twinkling. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she says, as if she’s been waiting forever.