Of Fairies and Noontime

Wing Spinner

Ellabelle closed the door behind them, breathing the heaviest sigh anyone's ever heard.

"We gotta get you out of here." She whispered, gritting her teeth.

In all honesty, Hadley forgot about trying to get back home. It was way past noon, and her parents were probably worried sick about her (or maybe they weren't, who could tell, really?), but the thought had slipped her mind completely. Seeing a brand new place with a brand new species made her never want to leave. She couldn't lie, she felt a small twinge of homesickness, but that feeling was eaten up when she remembered where she was. Like she'd said earlier: these moments were history, therefore making them priceless.

Hadley placed Bartholomew down on the small wooden desk near one of the windows. She took down her white hood, then sat down on one of the chairs in the little room.

"Your fairy friends are quite interesting," Hadley mentioned, playing with the edge of her cloak. "What was that they asked you, if I was a plush model you'd made?"

Ellabelle fidgeted around on her desk. "Oh, well... I like making things, it's... kind of what I do."

Hadley tilted her head. "You seem nervous. Is something wrong?"

Ellabelle could've came out and said everything that went on in her life right then and there; the stares she received, the lonely nights, and, worst of all, the Magic Council... but she kept her mouth shut. For some strange reason, though, even though she'd just met Hadley, it felt like they'd been friends for years on end. It was as if she could trust her with anything she had to say.

"It's nothing, just a bit anxious from time to time." She shrugged, trying to play it off as a smaller problem than it actually was. She'd explain it to Hadley, she told herself, in due time.

"Oh. Well, you really don't have any reason to be anxious." Hadley replied.

Ellabelle's insides were screaming. Hadley didn't realize how big of a crime that her existence was in this world.

In due time, she kept repeating in her mind. In due time.

"I'd love to see some of the things you've made." Hadley smiled. Which, in turn, made Ellabelle smile, too.

"Yeah, I can show you." Ellabelle said. She opened her closet as she did once before that day, but this time, grabbed a large box out from the bottom of it, labeled "My Projects."

"This stuff looks like junk to everyone around me, but making it all makes me feel... happy. Like a little seed inside myself gets watered just a little bit more every time I make something." She was closing her eyes. Hadley smiled.

Ellabelle snapped back into reality, setting the box on Hadley's lap to look through.

There were so many cute things inside: decorated flower pots, tiny dolls that looked like different fairies, and even little stick rocking chair models.

"These are adorable!" Hadley exclaimed.

Ellabelle's ears perked up. "You really do like them?"

"Well... yeah! What's not to like? You made them and they're unique, which automatically makes them special." Hadley nodded, handing the box back to her fairy friend.

Ellabelle grabbed the box and tucked it back into the closet. "Huh. I've never thought of it that way." She said, her mind wandering as she zoned out.

She glanced out her window at fairies, young and old, flying about the village and through the skies. Their wings reflected the late afternoon sunlight and sparkled brightly.