˚ʚ You quietly pluck strawberries from a bush, humming to yourself as you do so. After a few moments of near silence, you hear rustling in the bushes. You turn your head around, curious and a little startled.

Out of the bush, you see your fairy acquaintance, Margo, her silver hair blowing gently in the wind. She bats her eyelashes, tilting her head as a faint smile spreads on her lips.

"Ah. Did I scare you?" She whispers, trying to be as gentle as possible.