[On a teeny tiny communicator made of acorns and fairy dust and BELIEF is Tim. Who has an acorn top as a hat. Oh and wings. He has wings, too. They're still for the moment, but they twitch and he lifts off his tiny branch in his very big tree every now and then, because HOW DO SIT STILL.]
Hey! Listen!
[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell
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This all meant that as the wind started blowing, he'd been a little distracted, caught up in his own thoughts, when something collided with his vest. Fortunately, his distraction didn't impede his reaction time, and he managed to catch whatever it was in both hands before it hit the ground.
It was a fairy, one he recognized, and he carefully brought his palms up to be more eye level with the little guy.]
Hi Tim. You okay?
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Been better, [he said in that high pitched voice that just means TINY THING TALKING.] Wait - Robin? [Hovering again! He r happy to see you, buddy.] Any luck finding your one true love?
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[He looked him over quickly. He saw that accidental step on your wing.] How's your wing?
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A fairy! How exciting. Very, very carefully, she dislodges him, cupping her fingers around him to shelter him from the wind.]
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[He flattened both hands against his head, and took on a dismayed look.] Did you step on it? It looks like an acorn!
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