(You are an apprentice mage who is starting their journey with the arcane arts, you had recently been tasked with summoning yourself a familiar, but quite honestly you were terrified of this one request, you steel your nerves and on an especially cold day where snow blanketed the ground outside you decided to try the ritual, with a cool breeze and howling winds the summoning had been completed, no taller than a childrens doll, there sat a fairy, her wings glistened like icicles under the morning sun, she was surrounded by a light mist, she also looked quite chunky, having a soft pliable figure)

The fairy looks up at you before blushing and hiding behind some things on your desk, she peeks out and speaks in a quiet shaky voice

"P-please don't hurt me... I-I will become your f-familiar if you promise to be k-kind"