To the creek.

Unceremoniously dropping Bowen on the bank, Aster surveyed the babbling brook. It looked normal enough, the last remnants of ice drifting on the current... wait, were those sprites?

Peering down into the water she could just barely make out two humanoid shapes under the water. She kicked sand over them to get their attention. Two pale, blonde faces popped out of the water indignantly, "What do you want fairy?"

"Is there something wrong with the water?" Aster asked bluntly.

The sprites tittered and twisted coyly in the water, "There's nothing, like, wrong..."

"Just a little extra something!"

Aster narrowed her eyes. Something was off about these two. Sprites were always air-headed but they took their water very seriously. "What kind of 'extra something?'"

They whispered, giggling, to each other.

"THIS extra something!"

Grinning, they rose slightly out of the water, displaying voluminous cleavage. Aster's jaw dropped: virtually all of the little-folk were essentially flat-chested, to see such large endowments (on a sprite of all things!)...