i do believe in faeries

Walking the more brightly lit and traversed parts of town usually came with some distractions. One could hardly expect to use this route without having their attention caught by one thing or another. Occasionally bumping into a person wasn’t all that rare of an incident, either, with all these people wandering around- some of them simply meandering rather than heading towards some fixed goal. 

As much as these things are the case, well, there are some distractions that just couldn’t be anticipated. For instance, this one Marshall was faced with. He found himself glancing around, checking to see if anyone else could see the tiny, winged girl, before realizing that her size and the dense crowd would make that difficult to begin with. No one else seemed to notice her besides himself. Could that be the reason why?

Human parties, for instance, were blasts for faeries. One of the perks of being small was that, in most cases, people did their very best to make you feel like you were normal sized. It could be annoying at times, actually, but most of the time, it just got you a full sized piece of cake at birthday parties, and when you were four inches tall? That lasted a pretty long time.

But while she was painfully aware of the fact that she was so small, the phrase "small side" just sounded a bit strange to her. After all, when compared to other faeries, she was a fairly normal size. Perhaps even on the tall side! In fact, she was almost a full millimeter taller than the tooth fairy, and if that wasn't an accomplishment, she didn't know what was. So-

"Nice to meet you too." He responded politely. She clearly wasn’t suited to carry any of his records, much less any money, so he guessed his question was a bit redundant. Nevertheless, he had to suit his guest in whatever ways possible. He nodded at her request to show what it was he did for a living- his records were his heart and soul.

He stepped out from behind the counter, and gestured for her to follow him, over to the records she was looking at just a few minutes ago. “These, are you should probably know, are records. I’m not sure how much you know about ‘em, but you put them on a record player, like this one-” He waved a paw over to the record player he had sitting nearby. The poor old thing, it looked like it needed a replacement. “-and they play music! Like this.”

She let out a little “ooh” noise as Ethan explained what he sold and how they worked, and a sense of wonder was visible even in her tiny little black eyes as he pulled the first record out of its case. She’d assumed he sold paintings or something of the sort, what, with all of the pretty pictures everywhere, but to see that there was something inside the pictures? And something that made such a pretty sound? Well that was just bonus! More than bonus, really. It was amazing. Enchantingly so!

"Oh, it’s beautiful! How could anyone not like this? It’s so- It’s just so pretty!” She did a few twirls in the air before realizing that doing so was making her pretty dizzy. Maybe she should sit down. That little needle-looking thing that was making the music play looked nice. Oh, this was a pretty nice seat! Even if she had to sit criss-cross applesauce to make sure she didn’t mess with the machine. And it was still making her a little dizzy, but a little dizzy was fun! And this way she didn’t have to use up any more of her magic.

"Yeah…" He mumbled in response to her saying it was soft. He knows it’s soft, he’s literally covered in the dang stuff 24/7!

After a couple minutes, the guest (finally) stopped stroking his paw, and stood up. His ears perked up as she introduced herself, and nodded after hearing her… profession, of sorts.

"Sweater fairy, huh? So you make sweaters? I guess that’s why you were interested in my fur." Ethan trailed off a bit, before he realized he should probably introduce himself. It’s only polite to do so. “Oh, uh, my name’s Ethan, and I own this place, obviously.” He paused for a second before continuing. “I’m… I’m a cat.”

At least he didn’t seem to be the only one in this town who was an unsociable friendless loser. Well, Beckett SEEMED to be one, at least, judging by her actions. That’s rude to think. He shouldn’t be making assumptions.

"Oops, I was getting a little carried away there, wasn't I? Sorry about that! I just get sooooo excited about these things sometimes." She paused, then, doing her very best to clear her throat in a mature, professional sort of matter. "Ahem! Anyway, it's very nice to meet you, Ethan!"

She had to stop herself from asking if she was allowed to take some of his fur home with her. After all, she didn't really have any specific reason for being here. She was just exploring! It'd be awfully rude to leave without at least checking out some of his stock, though, wouldn't it?

"Ummmm..." Beckett would buy something if she could, really she would, but everything here looked way too heavy for her! Not to mention the fact that the only thing even remotely close to currency she had on her was pixie dust, and that was only good for selling as craft glitter, and maybe to goblins.

Human money was much too big for her. Their paper money wasn't too bad, but she had to fold it up a ridiculous amount of times before she could get it to fit in her pocket, and even then, a single bill could hardly fit!

This was no different.

He could just barely see his tiny customer, which confused him greatly and made him wonder if he was hallucinating or something. But nope, there was in fact a tiny flying person in his store buzzing about, gazing at his pride and joy (his record collection) with interest. He watched her fly about, mesmerized by her actions, before she finally started staring straight at him.

He was just a bit unsettled by her actions, and his tail shot up into a diagonal position, wanting to be a bit cautious with his guest. She was being a little freaky, as he wouldn’t really like to admit. That’s just rude.

The customer’s voice was squeaky and he could honestly just barely pick up on her voice, but her request to touch his fur just left him staring blankly at her. It wasn’t exactly every day a tiny thing that seemed to be a fairy asked to touch you. Not inappropriately, of course. But it was quite a strange question.

"Oh, it is soft!" She exclaimed, resisting the urge to be a huge freak and bury her face in the fur. This guy probably already thought she was weird enough, right? Right. Let's not make that any worse. Man, though, she was so happy, she would purr if she was able. Unfortunately, faeries cannot purr. Such a major design flaw, right?

After petting the cat for an amount of time that she deemed proper, Beckett stood upright again, clasping her hands together. "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! How silly of me! I'm Beckett. The sweater fairy! Sort of like the tooth fairy, I guess, but she's too popular for her own good, if you ask me."

im trying to decide if i want to do becketts origin comic in monochrome or color and i think im leaning towards monochrome???

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