*Greetings,
How to start such an introduction? I suppose I should let the gnome out of the tree: I am a faery. I go by Fand, the name presented to me when I was made. My sister is Liban, who I care for with all my pixies. My family is quite big, I choose not to declare them all on this particular moon, but ye shall hear of them nearly, since I shall often speak of my daylight hours and such-in which they often take part.
I am assuming first off, on this brisk moon, that most who set eye upon my script(er writing?) shall be human. Then it may be quite tricky for me to relate to ye, in that we(you and I) are exceedingly more different then a toadstool to a toad. Nay not that even, more like a piccadilly goblin to a water leaper.
I shall give my greatest effort though, for the sake that perhaps, ye may open your eyes and see the emerald blades of grass amongst yer feet and love them as your own lilly garden. Or stop to listen for the beautiful secret castles under ye feet of the Laminak faeries, that ye slowly crush by stomping yer monsters into the underbrush.
ye? or you? I shall have to get use to ‘you/your’.
I leave ye with:
Today I heard the most peculiar melody gliding from the forest branches, because although the leaves have gone to sleep, the branches still sing their song. It is often hard to remember this in the frost, even for a faery, so I listened and once again remembered the beauty of the forests chilly whistle; and it warmed my spirit.
Good Fortune,
Fand*
