The Nameless Damsel of Grace

Six: Him

The meadow slowly became a ballroom made of nature. Flowers would grow and spread. Fireflies flew in only at the time of her arrival, determined to dance with her. The rocks harboured the animals that previously watched from only a distance

It seemed that nature was just as enamoured with her as he was. All the pretty ladies in his life no longer seemed as attractive, the things he once considered beautiful were put to shame by the masterpiece she was at night.

He longed to dance with her, to be her partner in this timeless dance. There were a couple times where he would try to introduce himself to her. He either lost the confidence, or scared her away by moving the grass.

He decided to wait. To wait until he could catch her. To be her fairy king in this celebration of fairies. He noticed, as the days passed them by, that she was getting smaller, more frail. Her body moved slower, her dances darker.

He began bringing her gifts and put them on the table made of rocks. He knew she would find them, she kept her shoes there when she danced.

Boxes of chocolate, individual flowers or entire bouquets. Notes of good words, inspiration, or uplifting. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.