Ok, I know a few people don't like the idea of Meggie and Dustfinger but can you just actually read it because if you look I have explained that Dustfinger isn't actually the thirty year-old guy you (well a couple of you) think he is. Thanks to all you guys that have given me ideas and stuff for the story though :D.
Dustfinger stared out into the darkness, his face creased in concern about Meggie. What could possibly of upset her? Basta hadn't been there, or so she said.
He tucked the mirror into the waistband of his trousers and started jogging across the vast expanse of lawn in front of the house, he arrived at the lake then began the long walk around the edge to the ancient willow were the fairies gather in the night.
When he saw Meggie huddled up on the floor with tears staining his face, his heart broke and just wanted to do anything in the world to take the pain she was suffering away.
Meggie looked up when she heard Dustfinger approaching and tried to wipe away the tears on her face, only managing to successfully smear her mascara across her face. She got up and hugged him, crying into the front of his jumper.
"What's up Meggie? What's wrong babe?" he whispered softly into her ear, she didn't answer but carried on her tearful sobbing. They sank slowly to the floor, Dustfinger gently stroking Meggie's hair with her curled in his lap.
Eventually, Meggie's tears slowed and finally stopped. She looked into Dustfinger's face and simply said
"I miss them. I miss them all so much,"
"I know, I miss them too," he replied gently. They both got slowly to their feet and started back towards the house