“I have never thought them real,” she admitted. Not many did really, at least as far as she knew. Stories. Childhood tales. But nothing as serious as Tinker Bell was saying. And Christine trusted her. Trusted that what Tinker Bell had to say on mermaids had to be true. “Mermaids are for stories. Things I heard of as a girl but little else.”
No one had proof they existed and of course, neither did Tinker Bell right now. But there seemed little point in arguing and a part of her would love for them to exist. For there to be more links to her childhood even if they were not here.
Tinker Bell’s reaction to the scarf had Christine laughing, delighted at the obvious sign of happiness. She had not offered to do this for herself. It was not a good deed to make herself feel good It really was about her new friend. To know she was happy, well, that just made things even better.
“I shall need to see how much fabric to cut. How much we will need for a dress.”
[Sorry I’m late and this is rubbish, week from hell and I felt bad leaving the thread too long]