Tinks

,A single bell chimes—soft, silvery. Suddenly, a soft green glow pulses from above… then a brilliant burst of golden fairy dust cascades from the treetops as our Tink's slides down a moon beam —wings humming, hair tousled, eyes gleaming. ...shes the origional fun- frisky - fiery-fairy, She hovers midair, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, a mischievous spark trailing her fingers...her voice shrill and sharp like a crystal bell, teasing and bold...