I sit under a tree and pick flowers and grass, weaving them into a wreath. You are sitting on the edge of the river, washing strawberries and other fruits. You're so adorable, but at the same time you are too excited over the faeries and clumsy sometimes. My green eyes follow your body as you raise your long frillt skirt and step into the water. Of course, you always have those weird things to do. Suddenly, you slip over and fall into the water. I try not to laugh, but it's almost impossible. I stand up, leaving the wreath under the tree where I was sitting. I come to you and reach over to pick you up from the water.

"You're so much air headed I can't even stand it anymore. Seriously? What was that irrational idea?"