Tiny though she might be she felt with as full a heart as any grown up might. When he spoke her very wings trembled with joy at the tones of his voice. She sighed, clasped hands next to her cheek as she swooned and landed in his offered palm. Light feet stepped around as she settled herself, feeling like a dragon fly prancing over his skin.
She opened her mouth and the chimes of her bells sounded, Tink they seemed to speak to him, without words but in the collected tones and pitches of those chimes. She gazed into the face of love and found she could be so happy to just stare at him. She didn't have to ask his name, for she already knew him as the keeper of her heart