Tink sighed, using her tiny fingers to brush the large, moist tears from the swells of her tiny cheeks, sniffling once more, before looking up at the sound of footsteps. People sure knew how to be noisy, but the sounds of shoes hitting the concrete caught her attention, causing Tink to look up and around for the source of the noise. Finally she spotted it, a woman was approaching the vicinity where she was currently perched, causing the pixie to narrow her eyes. Suddenly her sadness had vanished, and a spiteful mood swam into her head. Pixies could only feel one emotion at a time, and so she felt no fear, and no remorse for the current attitude of spite she was feeling. Her hands curled into fists as the woman approached, and when the large woman sat down, Tink shot to her feet, wings flapping which released a cloud of pixie dust into the air. She turned to face the woman, and stomped her foot, looking up at te woman like she was disturbing her space.
It was nothing personal against the woman, Tink didn't know her, but she had a very large mistrust for women, considering one had completely stolen the love of her life. It was going to take a very large act of kindness from the woman, if she was going to win the pixie over. Tink's wings flitted with annoyance, covering that side of the bench with gold dust.