<em>There were no words left for how the littlest fae was feeling.  Small, a little lonely, concern maybe.  She missed her Mami, her hugs, her love.  All she wanted was for her to feel better, knowing she was never far from her thoughts.  <br/><br/>Concentrating on something small, she poured all of her magic into forming a perfect rose, made of frosted glass.  Pouring her love into it, she watched it start to glow.  Satisfied, she set it beside Mami's bed, and slipped off to curl up in her Princess bed.</em>