“Pardon me if this sounds like an odd question, but; what’s it like to be a fairy?” You ask.
“Not an odd question in the least, you’re curious is all.” Amethyst answers. “Well, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but it is a relatively simple and easygoing life. We make our homes in the trees, come and go as we please. We forage, we hunt; and we get hunted ourselves, admittedly.”
“Get hunted?” You ask nervously.
“Mostly by bigger creatures that don’t know any better. Don’t worry; fairies have more than enough innate magical power to defend themselves from any wild beasts; and if not, our wings can get us out of almost any situation. It’s a necessity for beings as small as we are to survive.”
“Magic, huh; is it really that strong?”
“The strongest of all races… on average, of course. What is it you humans say, ‘your… somethingage may vary.’”
“Mileage.” You answer.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now, tell me about flying.”
“Now, that’s tough to describe. Well, it’s always a thrill, no matter how long we’ve been doing it.”
“Well… I’m sure it is…”
Amethyst could tell you were not getting a good enough picture. “Um, well… I’m sorry, I guess it’s hard to convey to someone who’s never done it before.”
“Oh.” You say disappointedly. “Well, now; if fairies have such strong magic, perhaps you can use it to…” you start blushing, “…make me a fairy?”
Amethyst closed her eyes and nodded. “Somehow I figured that’s where this conversation was headed.”
“So, can you do it?” You ask.