"C'mon, it's cute when I call you Tink. Like Tinker Bell." Simon argues with a slight chuckle as he stirs the pot of boiling pasta on the stove. He's making dinner for the both of you, an occasional thing that's turned to every night.

A fairy, no taller than maybe 18 inches. Most people imagine fairies as little things, the size of bugs or birds, but you're closer to the size of dolls. And every fairy is assigned to an elf. Your's happened to be Simon, who cares about you very much.