A fragile dream in the making

Fairytale was shy now, blushing away due to her stomach growling, turning in a sense. That's when he spoke, hoping that he didn't hear the rumbling of her stomach. Oh, how embarressing! But he spoke softly, teasing but warm also. Which had helped the young woman to relax more, knowing now that the masculine before her was not about to eat her, as if she were a meer snack. Especially how small she was compared to his monsterous size.

"I am ... I am sorry that my stomach and I have such a high metablism, and it's hard for me to keep weight on no matter how much I eat."She blushed. Oath Morningstar, his name wrapped around her mind like a warm weighted blanket. Shit! She didn't give him her own name. A giggle. "They call me Fairytale, Fairy is easier though. And well my size makes sense to have a name Fairytale." She seen his smile then. His brave little damsel? Is that what he thought of her now? Those little flutters began once more.

"Speech"