[open] in this world there's real and make believe

[Fern]

fern. To be honest, Fern knows very little of the fairies.  She’s fully aware that there is an inherent magic in Beqanna, but Fern had never had much knowledge or involvement with the fairies.  When she struggled with her magic when she was young – she had sought out those with magic greater than hers in order to learn to master her own, ever the independent little thing. That independent streak had only grown stronger as she aged.  So she’d have to trust the world of the girl as she described her quest, having no experience with the mountain herself. Fern didn’t know of the fickle nature of the fairies or that maybe she was overstepping in her offer, but she simply wanted to help one who was clearly too young to be out in the field at this hour expedite her trip out of here.  And if the fairies had a problem with that well she’d finally have a reason to visit herself, she supposed. She watched with vested interest as the girl added to her illusion – adding her own youthful adornments to the strange combination of real flowers and imagined ones they’d created together. But it was more than enough to drag a little smile onto the green mare’s face.  She wasn’t sure if this was some long dormant maternal instinct she’d been suppressing or if there was just something in this girl that was particularly charming – but Fern genuinely did want to help her. “Well, I’ll grow you something special that I’ve only seen once anywhere in Beqanna ever. I’m sure they’d like that,” Fern offers, hoping that her flower would be sufficient.  And with that she focused her attention on a clear spot of earth between the two of them.  She could feel the earth respond immediately – but though the task seemed simple, pulling something so precious from the earth was no easy task.  Thankfully, she’d had the best teachers.  A spindly flower began to take shape – a strange plant with few leaves and long green roots that climbed from the soil.  “There,” Fern declared, as the delicate flower seemed to quiver in the light breeze, “It’s called a Ghost Orchid. I think the Fairy will like it, don’t you?”

 

@[Asena]