11-13-2018, 10:31 PM
They watch. They watch the child wander away from its family and onto the mountain, and vaguely they disapprove but she seems safe enough. An attempt to shoo her home certainly doesn’t work; she merely climbs higher up the mountain and perches in the heights, but she is still alone and that just won’t do.
So they send the mountain goats, the little curious ones as well as the big ones. Of course the big ones tend to be shyer – not shy exactly because, well, goats simply aren’t shy in the classic sense of the world. But they’re also not big winged horse stranger fans, even little ones, so they hang back. But the kids? Kids are brave, and fun, and maybe of some of the soft-hearted fairies wanted to give the girl friends and the grumpier ones turn a blind eye, whose going to judge them? It’s just some silent hidden fae, some goats, and a fily on this mountain.
They play for a while, and one of the fairies sees how well she fits with them. Watching, always watching. But eventually it begins to grow darker, and the big goats call the kids home. The girl lays down to sleep and the curious fairy can’t help herself – she changes her. Her mane and tail, shorter. Her coat, coarser; the beginnings of a baby beard. It giggles to itself, this minor fae, but then it’s caught! The other fae shoo it away, but they don’t bother to undo the mischief.
They just send her home – just like that.
So they send the mountain goats, the little curious ones as well as the big ones. Of course the big ones tend to be shyer – not shy exactly because, well, goats simply aren’t shy in the classic sense of the world. But they’re also not big winged horse stranger fans, even little ones, so they hang back. But the kids? Kids are brave, and fun, and maybe of some of the soft-hearted fairies wanted to give the girl friends and the grumpier ones turn a blind eye, whose going to judge them? It’s just some silent hidden fae, some goats, and a fily on this mountain.
They play for a while, and one of the fairies sees how well she fits with them. Watching, always watching. But eventually it begins to grow darker, and the big goats call the kids home. The girl lays down to sleep and the curious fairy can’t help herself – she changes her. Her mane and tail, shorter. Her coat, coarser; the beginnings of a baby beard. It giggles to itself, this minor fae, but then it’s caught! The other fae shoo it away, but they don’t bother to undo the mischief.
They just send her home – just like that.