Fairy Dust

When All Your Suspicions Are Confirmed, But in a Bad Way

2 hours ago, Dust Co. Pinnacle's Offices

Sparkletouch, dressed in her most serious outfit, a white with pastel sparkle suit with tuxedo lapel with no shirt underneath showing her glowing brown skin and sensible platform shoes, strode into Dust Co. feeling more nervous than she had before. Every other time she'd visited her aunt at work, she'd looked forward to her time there; chatting with her aunt, flirting with Clearwind, looking out the impressive window hoping one day if she because influential enough, sweet Aunty Cloverkiss would bring her into her empire. A place in this vast society running machine would be given to her, and she could make the world a better place. The resources were all there, they just had to be carefully moved around towards helping people not taking from them. It was her secret dream that she'd never told anyone. It was why she never took drugs, why she cultivated so many relationships. With this one dream in mind.

And now, it all didn't matter. Or worse, this dream was ruining her home. And Sparkletouch couldn't help but wonder if Aunty Cloverkiss might know and kept going anyway.

She didn't want to think about her supportive Aunt that way, but she didn't want to be blind to reality like she had been. She wanted to see the hard truths and help people.

'Hi, Aunt!' Sparkletouch said with a polite bow, stopping at Cloverkiss' palatial office room. 'I was hoping for a bit of a serious chat, if you're free. We could do dinner if that's better?'

Cloverkiss, bent over documents, looked up and smiled. She gestured Sparkletouch towards the seat on the other side of her large, white desk. 'I have time for a serious chat, at least with you. Maybe not a fashion chat.'

Sparkletouch tittered. 'But fashions is series, Aunt!'

They laughed together as Sparkletouch sat down. 'But no, it's not that frivolous. No, I wanted to know more about... Dust Co. You know I know where Dust comes from. But... I wanted to know more what you do. I've heard rumours and I wanted to know truths. You don't have to tell me, of course. I wanted to let you know I was ready to hear these things, if you were keeping them from me for being too difficult.'

Cloverkiss looked Sparkletouch over and gave her a gentle smile, liking what she saw. 'Yes, you're right. I have kept things from you. I've kept a lot of stuff from your family. Mostly, your parents and siblings want to know my secrets so they can make more money off me. But you, you were always the studious one, the sensible one. I was honestly waiting for when you were ready for responsibility and you've come as I hope. Shut the door and we'll talk.'

Sparkletouch rose quickly to close the door she'd left open, then sat back down with her back straight and her wings as high on her back as she could, mimicking her aunt. A true fairy had high, upstanding wings, as they say and Aunt Cloverkiss took that seriously.

Cloverkiss came out from behind the desk and sat on the opposite seat to Sparkletouch, her ankles cross, showing off her white boots and slim legs.

'I'm sure there are a lot of rumours about what exactly we do at Dust Co.' Cloverkiss started, looking Sparkletouch in the eye, a sense of hardness finally breaking free from the gentle, feminine facade that Sparkletouch had always known about but never really seen. 'As you know we harvest Dust from fairies to create energy for everyone on Ysgawen. We used to take it directly from the tree, back in your grandfather's day, but that got weaker and weaker and less reliable. People back then thought that Dust was finished and it was killing Ysgawen. Back then the company had a lot of pointless morals about not harming, and trying to protect and help society, but when I took over instead of my father, I knew that we had to do better. It wasn't about protecting everyone, because not everyone is worthy. I think that's been proven by your addicted family, don't you agree?'