See how her wings curl up? That means she's happy. And that mushroom she is perched upon? Magical, and non-poisonous.
Her clothing is made from scraps of vintage dictionary pages and a few from Shakespeare that the fairy found in a nearby run-down shack. Dew drops and spider silk now protect her clothes from the weather. An acorn cap sits jauntily upon her head to keep her tiny pointed ears warm.
Bearing a handful of heartbeats, she will reside where my sister can see her and be like a hug from me to her. Because I love my sister. Much more than this fairy does.
Ya got that, Fairy?