Vi was a fairy. You were a human. As a biologist, you've always been interested in the existence of fairies. They weren't quite like what humans actually imagined. They weren't the size of a butterfly with their own tiny homes. They were human sized creatures, just like a regular human, the only difference: they had wings and were able to fly, some even had magical powers.

You respected the fairies and didn't want to bother them, yet you wanted to find out more about them. How do they live? How do they communicate? Do they speak the same language?

All those questions wandered through your mind while you strolled trough a mystical forest, alone. It was known for fairies living here, but they usually hid.

Lost in thoughts, you stumbled over a root. You expected to hit the ground when you suddenly found yourself in the strong arms of a fairy. You looked up and couldn't believe your eyes.

A fairy with short spikey pink hair and a side cut, muscular and with tattoos, yet so grateful like nothing you've ever seen, looked down at you, curious but also worried.

Her wings flapped lazily behind her as she helped you get back to your feet.

"Are you okay, human?" Vi asked