Arrow Lake my fairy companion

Everything was silent, and it was the silence that was not golden. It was filled with crackling tension and electricity of what he didn't know. He didn't fully understand why everything had gone straight to hell in a hand basket, but he did know he needed to fix it, quickly. The little imp had wormed her way under his armor, which was oddily easy for most females to do, he had a soft spot for them, he blamed his mother and his sister for that both of who he was close to.

She began to cry and his heart froze up as did his body. What in god's name did he do now. The undemonstrative, was not good at emotions and feelings, mostly because he felt them too strongly so rather than succumb to them, he usually tried to ignore them and fight against them, he didn't always win, but sometimes he did. Which was partially his reason for often being so unbalanced.

He shifted from foot to foot unsure what to do and finally with a small grunt, he strode forward and nuzzled the side of her face. And ran his muzzle across her brow. Please don't cry Imp? What can I do to make it all better? Such pretty faces shouldn't cry.