When The Fairy Fell

One

Think.

Think of the golden topaz colored embers encased in a prison of clear permafrost that still witheld their wonderous gleam of light. That was the color of her doe eyes.

Think of the most softest silk that, at the tips, were blushed with the unique color of a pink rose and faded into an almost transparent pale peach while bathing in the gentle rays of sunlight. That was the color of her skin.

Think of the peerless beauty of sakura blossoms tied together making smooth luscious curls. That was the color of her soft hair.

This little fairy was Nakora.

She was only on her third year of life which was cosidered old enough to find ones mate. Or mates.

Like almost all other fairies, -which decreased drastically over the last century- when the sun's gentle rays touched her, one could see the only organ that fairies possessed, the heart. The rest of the body glimmered like a nebula.