Were it had come from she had no idea, but the arrow that had knocked her to the ground was most rude. It was not at all like the arrows the Lost Boys used, it was large and golden and tipped with the most ridiculous red, heart shaped arrow head. It had managed to hit her in the rump and small of her back knocking her out of the sky with a startled squeal of bells.
Tink had just taken back to the air and was rubbing her sore little derriere when she literally ran into a pale man with a manical smile. A beautiful, fantastical, wonderful smile. The tiny fae melted at once which must have been something funny to see as she had smacked him dead in the large noble nose.
Tink hovered back far enough to see his glorious visage, her glow brightened like a tiny sun and she chewed her lower lip a tiny bit as she smiled and batted her lashes at him.