02-23-2018, 12:29 PM
The Den had always been Faf’s favorite place. She loved to care for the children, and in turn, she was a great distraction for them - her bright blue color was eye-catching (as if a tiny fairy flitting about wasn’t) and the light clanging of her jewelry as she floated was almost musical. She quiets their cries - sometimes for food, sometimes for comfort - as best she could, though she much prefers for the children to find real homes of their own.
She had been watching the whole time, of course; watched as yet another mother brings her child to the fairies and leaves them as they grow cold and hungry. This one is a newborn filly with an unusual purple coat. Faf loves her already. She floats over to the young one, shimmering a blue and (sunset purple? whatever) light as she inspects the new child, trying to decipher what all was needed to comfort the child. As she passes the child’s muzzle, she tickles it with a giggle, quickly flitting out of the danger zone as the little one sneezes her response.
“Hello dear,” Faf replies, her voice soothing and comforting, “I’m a fairy. We take care of children here until you find a home for yourself.” To make her point, Faf’s shimmering aura grows and brightens, radiating warmth and filling the young girl’s belly. She returns to her normal appearance as the purple child’s most immediate needs are met. “My name is Faf, but you,” she says with a warm smile, “may call me Faffy. What’s your name, little one?”
She had been watching the whole time, of course; watched as yet another mother brings her child to the fairies and leaves them as they grow cold and hungry. This one is a newborn filly with an unusual purple coat. Faf loves her already. She floats over to the young one, shimmering a blue and (sunset purple? whatever) light as she inspects the new child, trying to decipher what all was needed to comfort the child. As she passes the child’s muzzle, she tickles it with a giggle, quickly flitting out of the danger zone as the little one sneezes her response.
“Hello dear,” Faf replies, her voice soothing and comforting, “I’m a fairy. We take care of children here until you find a home for yourself.” To make her point, Faf’s shimmering aura grows and brightens, radiating warmth and filling the young girl’s belly. She returns to her normal appearance as the purple child’s most immediate needs are met. “My name is Faf, but you,” she says with a warm smile, “may call me Faffy. What’s your name, little one?”