Another fairy fluttered just some distance away from Ingrid. Orange-red wings flitting brightly, Crispin buzzed by overhead, taking a horizontal lying position as he floated. A tiny ball of sparking flames swirled around his body, exerting as much life as his toothy smile did. Summer had crawled in, and the young fairy had never felt better. The only troubling thing in sight was watching another fairy below him get herself soaked in water; though he missed whatever actions Ingrid was pulling off, all he noticed was the aftermath, and he couldn't help but feel some pity for her.

Perhaps she would need some warming up! Besides, Crispin never minded some company, even if he had never seen her before. He was always trying to impress someone as much as he was trying to impress himself. After Ingrid plopped herself beside Terence, Crispin soon plopped himself beside Ingrid.

If she didn't hear him first, she would feel a relaxing warmth creeping along her arm. Crispin reached out to her, holding the same small ball of flames in his palm as earlier. Though it still sparked and crackled, it was much less lively than it was earlier when it spun around his body. "Hey, figured you might need some warmin' up! I'm Crispin by the way, and I-- oh." Only after learning forward did he notice Terence as well, as he had missed Ingrid questioning him earlier.

Crispin moved himself between the two fairies and lifted his other arm, another spark of flames flowing gently in his palm. Both hands were kept relatively close to his own body, though still close enough to warm up Ingrid from her being soaked. "Whattup, Terence? It's not like you to be down." He leaned forward and nudged his shoulder slightly, smirking. "It's not Tink again, is it? C'mon. You can talk to me."