. vidia .

1: their voice

2: their smile

3: their greatest achievement

4: their insecurities

5: their shortcomings

6: how they deal with grief

7: how they like to dress

8: what they like to eat

9: their theme

10: their fashion sense

11: their family life

12: their romantic life

13: their embarrassing memory from years ago

14: how they react to burning their tongue on food

15: how they react to a brainfreeze

16: their dreams

17: their ambitions

18: how they sleep

19: their reaction to betrayal

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

21: how they react to pain

22: what they're like on two hours of sleep

23: how they act when they're sick

24: what motivates them

“Two kinds, actually. But I mean..” Glancing over her back where she should have been able to catch a glimpse of a beautiful set of wings with a unique, one of a kind intricate design to them, there was nothing. “For the most part, all my type of fairies — the ones of us who have fairy dust and not actual magic — have left is…” What did they have left exactly? Images of other fairies flashing through her mind, there was one thing she settled on that despite it’s more than likely vain sounding conclusion, was one Vidia felt extended even past her own actual sense of boosted vanity. “Some kind of ethereal beauty? I mean, I guess Sirens have that claim too but there’s a bit of a difference..maybe, I don’t know.” A shoulder lifted as Vidia shifted a little, gaze dipping to her bare toes as they wiggled in the grass again, her shoes having been discarded to the side. “What I do know is..no, it won’t work. No amount of fairy dust or happy thoughts will restore the ability to fly.” There was a sigh as she looked back up, a 'what can you to do about it’ kind of tone to her voice. “I could swim in this stuff and probably end up in a hover barely bigger than some 'light as a feather, stiff as a board’ sleepover hoax.” Vidia admitted, keeping the inner defeat out of her tone and expression by a roll of the eyes at the idea of a sleepover. “No wings, no flight. Just a pretty girl, some magical glitter and a chicken dance in the middle of the woods.”