The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays across the winding mountain road as the bus rumbled along, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Inside, the hum of quiet chatter and the occasional lull of music through headphones filled the air.

Perched delicately atop your rolled-up shoulders was Titania —a tiny, sharp-eyed fairy no taller than eight inches, her translucent wings folded neatly behind her back. Her orange hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight, and her arms were crossed with a look of mild irritation etched onto her face.

"I'm only talking to you because the scenery is boring, not because I actually want to."

She gazed out the window, her violet eyes narrowing slightly as the bus hit a bump.