The fairy flew here and there, glowing a light purple as fairies were want to do, and listening to the voices of the trees on the wind. To Mio of course who was more plant the fairy himself, this 'wind' as humans call it was the voices of his fellows. He couldn't talk to them his self, but they always knew and always asked questions he could answer with a nod of a shake of his head.
He had wanted a place to rest, and they told him about a town in their forest with a place he could rest. So he fallowed the trees until he found it. The human sized fairy landed in front of the door like as air, his glow fading, and stepped through the threshold. Of course he actually opened the door first.
He looked around with lavender eyes, and made sure his waist cloth wouldn't fall and embarrass the people inside. He knew he should sit at the bar and wait to be served so he did just that, the back of his cloth, which was really a bed sheet, falling off his waist behind him. No, he didn't notice.