This is the tale of a certain faerie.
"I've been ready and waiting. Let's get you all measured up."
After a great deal of training, and a long, long slumber, the faerie reunited with the bride she had awaited for nearly an eternity, and put on the very bravest face she could muster to hide her tears.
"You're done wearing that iron armor. I'm going to make you the best dress of all time."
For a blessed future—for her most cherished memories—the time to display her long-honed skills had finally come.
So passed the most wonderful time of the faerie's life. She had lost track of how many times she dreamed of this moment, and now her bride was finally wearing that dress before her very eyes. It was as if the dress itself were made of stars. The bride beamed. With those heartfelt words of gratitude, the faerie's long journey drew to a close.
By the way...
"...Yeah. Good morning, Mash. I'm real glad you said that."
Though there was still some time before the girl would fall asleep in the coffin of ice, the faerie wanted to be the very first person to greet her with that sentiment.
This is the tale of a certain faerie.
"The preparation has been finished a long time ago.
Let's get to measuring right away."
After a looong training, and an even looonger slumber.
The faerie met the bride she has been waiting for again, and she tried her best to stop her tears from spilling out.
"It's time to stop wearing that iron armour.
Let me prepare the best dress for you."
For the happiest future.
For the most important memory.
For this day, she will show off the skills she has been polishing.
Like that, the most wonderful time for the faerie is over.
The figure of the bride wearing her finished dress that she has been dreaming of so many times was finally happening.
The bride, looking as if covered by stars, was very happy and thanked the faerie for it.
With that single word, the faerie's journey came to an end safely.
On that note.
"―――Hmm, good morning, Mashu.
I'm so glad.
Being told that makes me very happy."
Unfortunately, after this, the girl came to sleep in the ice coffin.
The faerie wanted to be the first one to greet her when she woke up, and to tell her how she feels, earlier than anyone else.
Bond Level 10 of Habetrot.
Habetrot
