Tempest 3 (Miranda)

I watched it- him-go. He bore slight resemblance to my father, the only non-deformed man I knew.
I wondered what he needed to do, but he likely forgot about his friends. Ariel, the fairy my father has, was playing his pipes, and it's hard to resist when a fairy does that.
From my limited knowledge of the world outside our island, I could tell we were in love. The way he stared at me, the way I thought about him- it was simple. I really hoped that he would come back.