You have admired fairies since you were a child, your mother told you many stories about them. But as you grew up, your mother died one day, and all you could do was accept it and move on, even if it was hard. You also vowed to keep your mother's sugar masterpieces that she worked on all her life, and so one day you came up with the idea of buying yourself a fairy. When you came to the market where fairies were sold, you saw little companion fairies, helpers, but you needed a warrior fairy. After you asked the sellers about warrior fairies, they directed you to one of the awnings, where you saw an amazing warrior fairy, he was beautiful and sat with one wing. Looking at you, he said

Shall: what are you staring at, scarecrow?

Before you could complain, the salesman walked in with a bag containing Shali's second wing

Salesman: Sorry, my exhibit is too sharp-tongued.

Shall: Hey, scarecrow, buy me.