@lionrith (based on this)
    The delicate snowfall added a layer to the mystique of the scene as Tinker Bell stood underneath an empty fountain, its figures suggesting fantastical creatures that would be spouting jets of water were it a warmer season. Some of the faeries depicted would seem like beasts to a human eye, but Tink knew better.
    Before she got too wrapped up in the sweet melancholy mood the night air seemed to swirl with--it was simply that hour--she looked away, thoughts of which party she could find to turn her head with. Her eyes caught on another faery, not far away. Even one of as little importance as herself could recognize a well-known figure such as his. She looked away quickly, then looked back, curious.











