the life of a little fairy

I as overflowing with excitement during this reading since it was the first past lifetime I’ve seen of a fae!

A 1-inch tall fairy stood on top of a leaf, peering at a human mother and daughter on the other side of the garden. The fairy was pleased that the little girl had found and loved a bell that the fae had left for her. She had originally found the bell when exploring the nearby woods and had left it in the grass for the young one to find. The daughter clutched it in her hand, happy as can be. 

The little fairy began to miss her own family. The backstory started to swim in, she was considered a teenager and had left home abruptly after crumbling to the pressure and expectations she felt from her mom. 

Seeing the mother and daughter share a sweet moment together made the guilt coil in her chest. She decided it was time to return home. 

She flew into the woods and headed under a few hanging leaves and entered what felt like an interdimensional pocket. The air suddenly became warmer against her arms and a sense of comfort returned. It seemed to be a vibrational place sitting atop the physical one. 

Fairies were all around her, tall, short, thicker, messy hair, wearing organic clothing, it reminded me so much of the Tinkerbell movies from Disney. Every single one of them had one of those “oh shit, she’s in trouble” look in their eyes as they tried not to watch her walk through the path. 

She found her mom working amidst her latest project, a storage tower made of sticks, delegating tasks to all around her. When she saw the little fairy approach she stopped abruptly and asked everyone to leave. She sat down with her at a small wooden table. She handed her a cup, which looked as if it was carved from a pearl, containing a thick berry liquid inside, and they sat in silence. 

Then her mom apologized. For not being present, for not acknowledging the struggles she watched the little fairy face. Then her voice turned stern and said “I did the same thing as a kid, but I left a note. How could you not leave a note.”

After a long apology and a good conversation, an agreement was made. The little fae could work with any apprentice she chooses, she can switch it up as she desires, but she must spend each morning working with her father on his projects. 

Her mother and father had split up when she was younger. He just up and left one day and moved to a different part of their village, hunkering away at his projects by himself. The fairy had avoided him and barely spoke to him in the years since. 

Working with him turned out to be a bit awkward, but delightful. They didn’t know how to address the elephant in the room, so they focused entirely on the project at hand. 

He was working to build a microscope to study the micro bits of life all around him. He thought that understanding the microscopic level would allow them to increase their cohesive living systems and be mutually beneficial to both colonies (the fae and the microscopic). 

After leaving her father’s hovel she’d go study with one of the apprentices.  She had always thought certain skills would call out to her more, like berry harvesting or flower foraging, but this puzzle her and her father worked on captivated her.

Once they had succeeded in their task they celebrated with a bit of fermented honey. The moment her filter was lessened she asked, firmly and a bit harshly, why he left them. 

He told her that he and her mother had been on unequal ground for a long time. They tried to compromise, but as time went on it felt like she was wanting him to compromise himself to be on her level, instead of the two celebrating each other’s differences. He could recognize her brilliance, but also knew that sacrificing his work to be in a political light would have made him miserable. Letting each other go was not the wrong decision, but the way he did it was the wrong way, he admitted. 

Words never came to him easily and he did not know how to explain his case, and he never wanted to put any negativity towards her mom in her head, so he kept it quiet. He regretted the way he handled the decision immensely, but knew that the two of them had a far greater chance of happiness apart.

She didn’t know how to handle her emotions in front of others, so she retreated into the woods and sat on a mushroom to process and think. She came to the great realization that her parents were just people, who make mistakes. Just like she could’ve done better when she departed for months, they could’ve done better then. With that she knew it was time to forgive, and to move on.

She greatly enjoyed having more than one task at hand. She’d go on searches, where she gripped onto the furs of black cat who either didn’t notice or didn’t care (the client laughed and later told me she had a black cat with the same attitude)

Years stretched on and the little fairy settled well into her society. Her mother was getting older, and brought her aside one day to talk. She said that her life was ending soon, she could feel it, and that when she was gone people would begin looking for the next leader. “People love to follow bloodlines,” she said “and they will look to you next, so you need to decide if you’ll take it or not.”

She retreated to the woods to think and realized that she had learned to do everything her society wanted and needed in her own way, and that she would be able to make this her own too. So she decided to take the duties up silently and see how they felt. She went to meetings, did some of the hands-on work, and when it was time to delegate or give an opinion, it came easily. She had grown into the role quite naturally over the years. 

Her mother passed on and the little fairy stepped into her place, in her own way, her own style, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

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