This Is Not A Title

Ariana wouldn't tell him what she meant by those words. It was too personal. He didn't need to know that she had been a slave for almost one hundred years. He probably had never had anyone tell him what to do, and force him to do things.

She sighed and moved out of his grip to sit down. She was terribly tired at the moment. Not getting two nights of sleep as a fairy was fine, but now that she was a human, she was tired beyond belief.

Ariana glanced up at him with a dry look. "Thank you for informing me of that fact. I shall get some rest as soon as I can." But that wouldn't be for at least a few more hours. She wanted to bask in the fact that she was human, and deffinately more taller now.

Ariana frowned slightly. Obviously, he hadn't realized she had been slightly sarcastic when she spoke. Sighing, she shrugged. "I'd appriciate the help down from here, but I'd much rather stay up for a few more hours and then get sleep later." She decided to xplain why so he wouldn't have to ask. "As I've said, this is only my seond time as a human, and I'd like to spend the hours I have as one awake. Because, you see, I can only stay human for a few hours that I'm aware of. Then I goback to being a fairy."

Ariana's eyes widened and she gasped in surprise. She smiled. "Awww! That's cool!" She reached out and touched them, then while still holding his wing, gazed at her arm. "It's so long..." She didn't realize she had said that outloud.

Ariana had been saying her arm was long, but she pretended had meant his wing. She smiled and slowly withdrew her hand. "Never knew humans could have wings...."