As I ventured there more often I began to hear their song and there thanksgiving for the nests I left for them. They sang songs of JOY, they laughed with a thrill that came from deep inside of them. Their footsteps softly threaded there, but still the light step would sometimes make a twig snap or a flower sway. Fairies were there, oh yes they were. And we began to dance on that spongy ground and twirl in the quiver of the soft streams of light shining through the branches of the tall trees. And my heart was happy.
On one day in the distant past I met Violet, at least that was the name I called her as she wore a skirt of purple, shaped with tiny petals. She was more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. Her long chestnut hair flowed around her shoulders and she wore a crown of flowers across her forehead and circling her head. A stream of light would shine through the branches and she would dance. Sometimes she tiptoed oh so softly carrying with her cups made from acorn cups filled with the sweet nectar made from the violets and pine needles, a tea I will always remember, an elixir I am sure. We would tuck into a cave under the fallen trees and sip as we shared stories of another day, another world just out of sight. Her stories were a delight, full of intrigue, romance, and laughter.
Part 3 coming soon.