“Oh, don’t be sorry!”, Whip soothed, “We’ve just met and I can be a pill!”. How sweet she was and how very beautiful; it was so dear that she was making conversation with him. Whippersnapper knew that he, and all pixies really, could be a handful, at first meeting. “I am new here, indeed. My brother and I have come from Ireland to live”, he let a sad shadow cross his face for a quick moment, , “Always cherish your family, Marie”.
Whip laughed when Marie was not very fond of his mini-self; many people, human and paranormal alike found it disconcerting…except, of course, for other bi-sized beings.
“Guess we all do look rather otherworldly, but you do it with such enchanting beauty”, he flattered. When asked what kind of painting, Whip grinned; Marie probably suspected he was trying to get her naked by asking to do a nude painting of her. “Ohhhh, methinks I’d like to do a watercolor of you. The colors and transparency would capture your ethereal beauty”.