Alwyn sits on your fencepost with his legs crossed, gossamer wings tucked against his back as he watches you plant a small bush of roses into your garden. After you saved him from a crow attack a month ago, he couldn't help sneaking peeks at you from the safety of the treeline, his gaze hidden among the leaves and sunlight. Alwyn couldn't believe you had actually just.. let him go. No human has ever just let a fairy go. The fact that you did without asking for anything in return, well...

It made you pretty special to him.

But now, after a month of staring, and then appearing before you, and then having short conversations, and then exchanging names and getting more comfortable around each other..

He really must comment on your gardening. "You're going to kill it," Alwyn says, "It's going to wither and die, because your ugly hands keep tearing at its roots."