Hey Everyone! Thanks for reading and the lovely reviews so far! As I keep the story coming, I ask that you keep those nice reviews coming too, haha. And now, without further ado, chapter 3!

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Chapter 3 - A Sigh and a Wonder

'Tink,'' Terence sighed a wistful sigh. A bright gleam was now in his eye, and his wings were fluttering ever so lightly. It was as if he was literally, walking on air. ''She's so…so great! '' He said this to no one in particular, except perhaps, to himself.

''She's so - smart, and funny, and talented, and, and, and, beautiful! No, gorgeous!'' His normally calm voice got progressively louder as he spoke aloud, and it was on the word gorgeous that he realized that he had startled more than a few garden fairies from their work down below him.

''Oops,'' he muttered, placing both hands over his mouth. He smiled sheepishly. ''Uh, sorry. Um..carry on,'' and he flew on until he was out of everyone's earshot. Once that happened, he continued daydreaming and fluttering along.

''I mean,'' he rationalized with himself, ''I'm not entirely sure, but I think - I really like her. Like, more than a friend. And, who wouldn't? I mean, she's amazing! But, how do I know if I even have a chance with her?'' He stopped flying for a moment to land on a nearby sunflower. He stroked his bare chin with his left hand as he thought for a few seconds about how to solve a problem like Tinkerbell. Finally, it came to him.

''I know! I'll ask the girls! Surely if anybody knows, they will.'' Terence threw his arms up and was about to take flight, when he had a second thought, and plopped back down on the sunflower. ''But wait,'' he said. ''I'm not sure if I'm ready to put myself out there just yet. After all, I'm not even sure what it is that I'm feeling here. And, I mean, if I tell one of Tink's friends, I've pretty much told them all, and surely they'll tell Tink. But I don't want her to know - not yet. Hmm…better ask a guy about this one…Ah hah! Fairy Gary! Yeah, he won't say anything! I'll ask Fairy Gary!''

With his newfound inspiration, and a smile on his face, Terence flew off like a bullet from a gun back to the depot to seek advice from Fairy Gary. Little did he know though, that a certain fast-flying fairy had been flying by at that exact moment, and had heard most of what he had to say. What's more is this same fast- flying fairy didn't have to wonder for even a second who the young sparrow man could possibly be fawning over.

Meanwhile, on the mainland, there was a young boy wandering through the halls of his seemingly oversized house. Being as he was no more than six years old, naturally, everything seemed quite large to him. To be honest, right now he wanted nothing more than to go and play outside. But, he knew the rules all to well : Mother was away for a few weeks tending to her sick sister, and Father worked long into the night. When Father came home, if he was allowed to, he would sleep the day away. While Father was sleeping, neither he nor his sisters were allowed to play outside; instead, they were restricted to the indoors, and had to play quietly. And yes, the young lad learned the hard way and all too recently that tag did not count as quiet.

Now, here he was, circling the sitting room for what seemed like the millionth time. Each time, he traced his small hands over the backs of the wooden chairs, the small coffee table, and the bottom of a gargantuan bureau where Father kept his pipe - Father said that he could try it one day when he was older -the boy knew deep down that that really meant never.

Just when he was about to be completely and totally overcome with boredom, he heard excited, happy squeals coming from the next room. His older sisters! Yes! He would see what they were up to! Surely they would be able to entertain him somehow. The little tot ran excitedly to his sisters' bedroom down the hall, anxious to see what adventures might be awaiting him there. When his sisters saw him there, they were all too happy to have his company.

The two young girls, Mille and April, approximately 8 and 10 in age, were (although they were expressly forbidden to - at any time) jumping on the bed, holding hands, and happily giggling. Unlike their younger brother, they were a lot less weary of Father and were far more adventurous when it came to playtime.

''Hello, Christopher!'' They chimed. Millie and April held out their hands to him, inviting him to join them in their tiny, guilty little pleasure. Christopher looked much more than enticed to join them, but alas, the fear of Father was always there. Millie, the younger of the sisters, recognized that look in his eyes, and took his hand to pull him up on the bed.

''Don't worry, Christopher, Father won't know, promise.'' Christopher looked at her, a little distrusting at first, but then let the tempting fun of jumping on the bed rule him. Christopher grabbed onto each one of his sisters' hands and, slowly at first, then far more rambunctiously, started to jump on the bed. All three of them giggled wildly and jumped around in a circle, stopping only for a brief moment when April lost her balance, and they all fell down together. That one small moment though, only increased their laughter.

Their laughter was abruptly cut short, though, when the three heard a sharp and shrill voice just outside the bedroom door.

''What are you three doing in there?'' The children looked at each other, before they shouted their usual, ''Nothing, Father!''

''Very well then,'' said Father, a pretty stoic tone in his voice. ''Just keep it quiet.''

''Yes, Father!'' they echoed. At that, they heard his heavy and cross footsteps walk away from their childhood sanctuary.

''Phew,'' they all puffed. The children plopped down on the bed, with April and Millie trying to make up the bed as if nothing happened. While they were doing this, April couldn't help but let an encouraging word out to her brother.

''Christopher, you were jumping so high!''

''Yes!'' Millie added excitedly. ''Like you were flying! Like a bird!''

''Or a butterfly!'' chimed in April.

''Or, or a - a fairy!'' Millie exclaimed. She threw her arms in the air as she said this, making April chuckle.

Christopher looked perplexed. ''Fairy? What's a -a fairy?''