Someone was investigating her new home. Someone was...Guests! A trill of tiny bells and a string of gold tailed her as she flew up through the branches and back down to perch lightly, legs folded, on the roof of her home. She smiled prettily and sipped imaginary tea from a pink plastic cup. The dishes would do for now but she'd have to upgrade them soon, they had the most appalling feeling of unnaturalness.
Tink smiled to her guest, as any good hostess would. Who would have thought? No sooner had she set up her home than she had a visitor. the tiny pixie chimed out a greeting in the bell like noise of her language, added, as an after though, a tiny little curtsy.