She hovered there, effortlessly, her wings flitting from time to time but not enough to keep her aloft. Surely she was magical, he thought. His eyes were drawn inexorably to her own; he noticed she had no mouth. Her wings flitted again, and she spoke - no, not with a voice to be heard, but with thoughts, images, emotion, and they were far more precise. He found himself sinking to his knees, astonished. And in the faint glow of his bedside lamp, he saw how her whole body shone with its own light.
Despite the strange new images now falling into his mind's eye like the cinders that even now drifted from her back, he could not fathom why she was here, here of all places, to talk with him.
An unpaid commission. I took a sketch from Rob (one of my forumites) and did my thing with it. And this was before I had learned digital inking, so...some of the lines are not the best, but I'm rather satisfied with the final product.
I have no idea about the story. It came along as I was converting the image. Can't explain it.
This fire fairy is (c) Rob.