Tag: fairy

The first of many

No moon means no tides, and Nashita couldn’t bring herself to trust a sea so still. She would have flown over it before without hesitation. Now she wouldn’t dare. Leaving her stranded. It would take someone with a lot less care for their own safety to pass over the sea now.

It was why she flitted around this Ria right now. “It would take less than a minute.”

“That’s still a minute over still water,” Nashita retorted.

“If you don’t want to do this, go away already.”

Nashita didn’t know why Ria thought she could fly. She was no fairy. Or any other type of creature that naturally flew. Ria had no wings or anything else to keep her off the ground.

Ria settled the goggles over her eyes.

Nashita scowled. “You wouldn’t be going that fast.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Nashita might have spent the rest of her long life on that island, separated from the rest of her kind. Or she could take a chance on this child. This child with no sense of danger.
She took the chance.

Off the edge

It was two hundred feet to the ground. Ria adjusted her goggles.

“Are you insane? You can’t beat a dragon!”

She took a couple of breaths. “I’m not trying to beat him, Nashita. I’m just proving I can do it.”

“Why do you have to prove anything?”

Her gloves felt warm, her chest tight. Ria knew it was because of the start of her adrenaline rush. “Are you coming or not?”

The fairy flitted under her hat. “We better not be flattened.”

Ria smiled. “Of course not.” Looking afar, the dragon’s golden eyes stared deep within her. She grinned back at him.

Then she stepped off the edge.

Learning something new

“Shit.”

He didn’t look up from his phone. “What?”

“Cut myself.”

He wasn’t sure what would be the appropriate amount of incredulity to show, he he settled on a mild amount, expressed in the movement of an eyebrow.

She glowered at him. “What?”

“Just learning something new everyday.”

Her small features twisted into a pout. “Now what?”

He put down his phone to look directly at the small figure sitting at the edge of the sink. “That fairies bleed.”

More interesting had been the fact fairies needed to shave, but for once he let his companion retain some dignity. He didn’t mention that part.

It’s harder to find a spinning wheel these days

He pricked his finger on the needle without reservation and waited. The fairy flitted past his head, before looking over him oddly. “You aren’t a princess to be cursed.”

“Do I have to be a princess?” he asked wearily.

“It’s sort of tradition.”

He narrowed his eyes. There was difficulty to be had in focusing on the little creature, darting around in front of him with a glowing and pale green light. If there was a physical form there, he couldn’t see it. But he wasn’t sure if that was the same for everyone or if it was just him. He blinked, every moment his eyelids struggling.

“A princess is cursed to sleep for a hundred years.”

“I know,” he replied. “But I haven’t been able to sleep, real restful sleep, for a month. I’ll take a curse, if it will work.”

For a moment, the fairy hovered in one spot. “You want to sleep for a hundred years?”

“I want to sleep. Eight hours… one hundred years… whatever.”

The fairy bobbed up and down. “Oh.”

He turned his attention from the fairy to the needle again. “Can I try again?”

“I suppose.”

So he reached out to prick another finger.