One day, it was close to the first day of Spring I remember, Francesca was playing in and out of the shadows, she thought the shadows must be water nymphs and was pretending the grass under her feet was water, beneath the water was stored the earth’s stash of sapphires and emeralds and the fairies were it’s protectors. There was also a wealth of gold and silver stored there, from the fairies’ fires at night, which they rolled into gold from the flaming fire, and silver from the charred ash, leaving no trace of “fairy presence” for humans to find.
Francesca was a fair child of sweet demure nature and an innocent light within that begged you to love her, as you were guided to her eyes by the fronds of blonde hair framing her tiny face, you realised there was something special and other-worldly about her, perhaps this is why Francesca had what is known as ‘fairy sight’.
If you looked hard enough into Francesca’s eyes of violet blue, you could see stories. On this special day near the beginning of Spring, while Francesca chased the shadows, a tiny pink flower caught in her little toe and she bent down to breathe in it’s fresh wholesome scent and, as she did, she noticed something move. Two tiny feet drew themselves up from the bell-like edge of the petals, deep into the flower…of course, at first, Francesca thought she was seeing things, as she did have a wild imagination and sometimes reality and her imagined world would intermingle, so that she wasn’t quite sure which was which. But then, a tiny pink slipper fell to the ground and bounced twice on a blade of grass, where a tiny dew drop now disturbed, splashed onto Francesca’s nose. Francesca gently passed the tiny slipper up through the flower’s bell and felt a little pull…the shoe was gone and this reinforced her view that fairies are indeed, very real.
…but of course they are!