Spotting the bow from the treetops, looking down from the night sky, the fairy watches and waits, wondering, wondering, what is the awesome creature of the woods, so familiar, so different, one who escaped the chains....
True to its nature, she observes from a distance, like the stars, the silent watchers never commenting, always present, always wondering, waiting for their moments in the sun.
So she slips into the darkness and slides back to the treehouse where she lives, lights the light to free her from the darkness, incense and perfumes and the rich beauty of satin and silk, catching a dim reflection in the mirror, a transformation in progress, becoming the dream she always wanted to live.
The fairy is elusive, skittish, she hides, she is not seen by those who do not believe. She walks among the Cis, concealed, only the nails can give her away, or a moment where her bodice become accidentally revealed for a moment, then hidden again, for it is not for mortal eyes to see that wonder.
Trying to find her is hard, when she gets close, she may hide, disappear, for those who love may crush, they may not want to but few understand the fairy, she is unique, she is beautiful, and she hides from the cruelty of this world. Yet she works her magic where she can, influencing, bringing hope, meeting needs, all while trying to stay invisible.
Yet when she is gone, the shadow and the elf will bring her back.... knowing the truth, understanding. And the other creatures of the forest also are beginning to see the fairy, to calm the wounds.
Looking again from the sky, the creatures of the forest wait, looking for the moment, waiting to heal the wings of the other elusive creature with the bow, for this is our sanctuary, none dare violate it, it is a place of healing, of stealth, and of joy birthed from deep pain.
--Satinjoy
