I wrote a story for you called The Stone that is posted here someplace. You said it made you sound cold. Now that things have changed between, this is your new story.
He dipped the wand into a bottle and raised it to his lips. As he blew gently, a bubble grew from the plastic circle and floated quietly into the evening. Once again he blew into the air giving the bubble a gently nudge pushing it along its way.
The bubble shimmered and flexed floating through time, across an ancient frozen lake, towards a red and purple setting sun, and ultimately into the warmth of a magical clearing.
There a small and beautiful fairy with long blond hair and translucent wings veined in fine lines of gold approached the bubble. Flying carefully she circled the bubble seeing her reflection from every angle in its surface. She glowed softly, and after considering it for a moment, she reached out with her small tender hand, and she touched it.
The bubble turned bright green. Another touch, and it was a brilliant gold. Another and it was an inky blue. The fairy touched the bubble again and again and as she did the hues became more luminous and the bubble shined more brightly.
The fairy keep pace easily flying as the bubble did everything it could to stay aloft, but it was the fairy that keep pace as the bubble drifter along on the breeze.
Touch after touch filled the bubble with a shimmering mist. She transformed it again and again, until finally it ruptured with a sudden flash of light, into a firey ball that glowed in the evening sky, warming the beautiful fairy.
Once again she reached out with beautiful hands the color of summer’s wheat, touching the fires and the flames encased her in glowing cloak of blue hues warming her, protecting her from harm.