(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br/><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Western Continent/ Rosalia<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Wavering excitement and flurry of emotions, Casual conversation<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White, Belle, Huntsman<br/><br/>Pausing in the giddy contentment of twirling the layered skirt about herself Thumbelina had been quite taken with the almost magical flow of the gown to think of her actions as anything more than flighty innocence, the smallest of gestures truly warming her damaged heart as Snow White's kindness brought a rare beam of light to the maiden. The sooner she caught herself however the better as the once soon to be crowned fairy princess felt her features darken in an shameful blush once more, Thumbelina's form straightening as she steeled her efforts before she cleared her throat quietly."Forgive me Qu-I mean...Snow White...I thank you for the wonderful gown, it truly is quite an honor."the maiden cooed sweetly, flashing an sheepish and nervous expression before silently scolding herself for her demeanor. This was no time to be so overjoyed and carefree not when there were others who were under the chaotic torture of the enemy so near, not when there had already been so much loss and grief, her own future having been stolen right before her eyes as it was a grim but needed reminder to steel herself once more.What improper actions Thumbelina had displayed however was thankfully overshadowed by the entrance of another creature who would take priority, the entrance of the elegant hawk raising some curiosity from the fairy maiden as she gave a soft blink before remaining silent.Unlike the Queen Thumbelina herself was not as gifted in speaking with the wild of animals given it was truly an art she had only barely managed herself, the golden haired maiden more adapt in not freely speaking with nature itself but rather listening and giving them a voice themselves. The oak trees had so much history having been alive longer than man had roamed the earth, every blooming flower singing such sweet melodies of their promising innocence, the whistling meadows telling solemn and ancient words of wisdom with their harvest each fall; Thumbelina was their voice for those who could not speak as to see Snow White effortlessly conversate with the living creatures in a similar way warmed her heart.<br/><br/>What Thumbelina did not expect was to see their Queen in such a fluster of emotions, the serene expression of Snow's features twisting in a sign of disbelief and awe in such a short amount of time that the maiden feared the hawk carried sobering news. For a brief moment the maiden yearned to rush to Snow's side in any sort of comforting touch or gesture she could provide, anything given the seemingly astonishing news she had been told, though just as quickly Snow White found it in herself to reveal the information to her fellow friends, and news it was. There had been whispers and murmurs from the olden oaks that a being had been brought back from the gates of death and had life breathed within once more, truly a spectacle of sorts that was not as common as one would think even in the magical realm of their reality. Only the man of the moon had the power to give life to those who had been made from nothing itself, a common trait Thumbelina herself shared despite it's knowledge being held between both herself and the widow all those years ago, though it would seem another presence in the universe itself had given it's condolences with that of the huntsman.<br/><br/>While Thumbelina only knew of the huntsman from what she had been told by Queen Snow, the maiden was aware of just how heartbroken Snow had been upon news of his passing, her grief felt throughout as it was yet another unneeded bout of sorrow for the kingdom to bare, much less for the queen herself. Crossing over silently Thumbelina gently placed a dainty hand upon Snow's shoulder, an sweetened smile gracing across her silken pout as she cooed."Truly this is something to celebrate Snow. The heavens themselves have given us an loyal ally that will make victory nothing short of possible for us."she hummed gently, the swinging hands of the balance seemingly being tipped in their direction.<br/><br/>No sooner had she spoken did the heavy throw of the doors part to reveal the famed huntsman who had returned at last, his body speaking of the forest and earth itself as it sent a vibration of knowledge to sweep across Thumbelina's features although briefly. Offering a soft bow in return she pardoned herself to stand next to Belle, after all she did not want to be in the way for the emotional reuniting of the two characters who shared too much history.<br/><br/>