Isis noticed she was staring at her dress, she looked down at herself, her dress was made of a special fabric that never stained or dirtied. It was one of her mothers favorite things to do; make clothing out of fabric that supposedly never existed.
She looked back up again, mentally shaking herself from thoughts of her long gone mother. Her smile came back. "My name is Isis." She introduced herself. She was unsure if whether she should mention she was a fairy or not.
Her sister knows about the stones? She thought. Then began to wonder where her sister could be. Is she lost?