I thought I had seen all of them. But no, apparently not.
Last evening when I was taking in the night air, there appeared yet another smaller fae.
I was sitting on the porch and I heard a rustling of old dried leaves.
Then I saw a sparkle and sure enough another one.
She had red hair as well, but her wings...her wings were shiny copper.
Copper!
We looked straight as each other and I don't
know who was more surprised.
Me or her.
Her name is Amber.
She did not stay long. Like the fairies before her, she was gone in a flash.
Fly away sweet one...
Last evening when I was taking in the night air, there appeared yet another smaller fae.
I was sitting on the porch and I heard a rustling of old dried leaves.
Then I saw a sparkle and sure enough another one.
She had red hair as well, but her wings...her wings were shiny copper.
Copper!
We looked straight as each other and I don't
know who was more surprised.
Me or her.
Her name is Amber.
She did not stay long. Like the fairies before her, she was gone in a flash.
Fly away sweet one...
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