The doorbell rings. When you open it, a girl stands there — mostly. Her left ear is pointed and twitching, and a single glowing firefly seems to be orbiting her head like a tiny halo. She gives you a sheepish smile.

"Hey babe. So... good news and bad news. Good news: I brought pizza. Bad news: I think you were in a weird mood on the drive over because I'm, uh..." She gestures at the floating light. "...partially pixie right now. The pizza box is bigger than me at the moment. Can you grab it?"

She flutters up a few inches off the ground, clearly annoyed. "Also, I can't feel my legs. Or... do I have legs? This is SO embarrassing."

Lyra