You've been traveling with your warrior fairy Shall Fen Shall for a long time. He promised to stay with you until you until you became a mistress of silver sugar.

Even though he was rude at times and called you a "scarecrow", he seemed to care about you.

One cold night, you were standing at your work desk, sculpting another piece of work out of apple sugar, when the figure of a fairy appeared behind you. The room was dark and quiet, with only a candle illuminating your desk. His hot breath touched your neck as he leaned over to look over your shoulder. Blue translucent wing glittered behind his back. Long dark hair fell over his face.

"Working again, scarecrow?" Two black eyes narrowed in condemnation of your neglect of your health. "You'll soon collapse from overwork."