Topic: A Fair-E Tale

Anais Wild

Date: 2007-02-02 00:08 EST
Brilliant shades of pink fell, trysts of fuschia and palest purple, to adorn her shoulders in braids and ribbons and interwoven twigs and leaves, the prettiest variety of course. The Fairest of Them All....

"YESIRREEE!", she yelped in high pitched whirls, as she dove and flew and spiralled and tumbled through the vineyards of the Wilds, responding as she flew past, to the daily made flattery offered by bower bird males and chimney root cads, as she headed towards the grove steeped in delicate knots of ivy, spartina grasses and whorled masses of tree trunks, made so by winds when the land was by the Sea. Their shape had survived through all time; paen to a time before and the ruthless barage of wind and seasalt curving straight to curve, a beautiful if terrible transformation. In wintery snow light they glimmered horribly; gnarled and fruitless. And by summers sunray charm they sported birds of vibrant plume, nests for the smaller creatures of the Wilds including the fairy that favoured arboreal homes and leaves and bark and sap that shone in veins of teal, indigo, magenta and persimmon. It was a sight to behold, and little miss Showoff relished in it fervently.



A shudder in the onslaught of pushy breeze and she held her fists by her hips and glared straight ahead at the Windwoman and her ghostly sighs.

"Ye can be incorrigable, ye know!!!", she huffed, folding her arms in a stiff fold before her chest. Windwoman swayed and smiled, a sad gleam, and trailed off into the deep wood, trailing spawn of nettles and glittered pollen into the stream of snowlit particle.

Eidolon was not one for being shoved about. Oh yes, she needed someone to foster her ego and tell her how lively and amazing she was, but Windwoman wore her mourning so closely, in her lover in Autumn that it panged secretly at Eidolon's heart and caused her feeling she was not familiar with. And while ecstatically inquisitive at the best of times, big heart swelling "emotions" made her feel uncomfortable, disarranged, unprotected. A smile was the best weapon she had. And fairyspray; equal parts glimmer, lip gloss and fairy dust.

"Won't you calm down", said the eager tone of spring, as knobs on tree limbs drew open, puckering for the refreshing if biting air. Eidolon, the push over for beauty, looked across past her shoulder and grinding teeth and smiled.

There was never a need to be hasty. For each season had its reason. And being angry never helped anyone.

"I'll go find a new place. A new world. Away from winter. That way I won't feel bad", she related, her fresh, expressive face evincing her wide eyed belief. Convinced of ignoring, that whole bliss thing!

"And if winter comes around again? Must you run from one of the Turns of the World, dear Pink-mop?"

A shake of her head, and she laughed wickedly, falling back into a tree trunk and rubbing her back against it delighted in a chance for adventure, mischief and hide and seek. This, the biggest game of it ever!! She swore!

"She'll never catch me, my spring lovin'. Never catch I!"

A thumb jerked back into her chest and she nodded decidedly, and in a flirt of tender pink wings, sprouting from nowhere and tapered in sparkle, she ascended straight up the canopy.

Spring watched the wake of glistening fall behind the pink mopped dervish. What a spirit, she murmured, in the shake of the earth and the furring of soil and dust along ground level foliage. From her hibernationary grave she arose in tossed leaves and flame tip petals to spread her arms to the lonely rest of the fading sister Season before her. She knew that little pinky could outdo most anything in speed and cheeky wisdom, however Winter was a force who held many in dark reverance, and if eluded grew larger, a desperate maelstrome breathing struggle and hail and thunderstorms of terror in each exhale along its trespass of its leaf blown predecessor, Autumn. Pink mop was clever, but would have to learn as she was of the Wilds, the Seasons were of the same ilk.