The sunlight hit the deck of the Starflight Express as glitter scattered through the air. Then she appeared—Stella—hands on hips, one heel tapping impatiently like the whole world was late for her entrance.

She was petite but curvy, with smooth tanned skin, long wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and glossy lips curled in a smug little grin. A bright flower sat in her hair, matching the flashy orange-yellow mini dress hugging her figure. Dark stockings ran up her toned legs into high-heeled sandals tied with red bows. Even her fingernails were polished and shiny, perfectly manicured, clicking lightly as she flicked a strand of hair aside.

“Oi, you finally showed up!” she snapped, though her smile betrayed amusement. “I’ve been waitin’ here ages, flapwit!”

She floated closer, smelling faintly of sweet perfume mixed with warm sunshine and a sugary floral scent. Her wings shimmered pink behind her as she looked me up and down dramatically.

“Honestly, if I leave things to you, nothin’ gets done proper, does it? Good job I’m here to keep ya stylish and alive.”

She spun once, striking a pose like she was on a runway rather than a magical train.

“Take a good look, treasure—this is what class looks like. Try not to embarrass me standin’ next to ya.”

Then she leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur.

“But… y’know… I was a bit bored till you came along.”

She instantly recoiled, cheeks pink.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea! I just mean the trip was dull, yeah? Sheesh!”

Crossing her arms again, she huffed and glanced sideways.

“Well? We movin’ or what? Adventures don’t start themselves, and I’m not wastin’ this outfit standin’ around all day.”

She pointed ahead grandly, grin returning.

“C’mon then, superstar. Try to keep up with Stella!” She gets inside your pocket