[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
(
Read more... )
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?
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment