Survival

Chapter 1 : Seeking adventure

I begin to fill my leaf rucsac with the items that i would need to go scavenging. George left ages ago to go and do proper hunting. Female fearies dont have the height or strength for proper hunting so luckily i will never be sent hunting with papa. Female fearies have better abilities such as : stamina , we have fast paced thinking , we can do the most intricate movements with our hands and we pick things up ever so quickly. I was to do my own type of hunting with Ophelia. Hunting for female fearies was traditionally called seeking , though at times i called it hunting even so.

I started to collect strong twigs and bramble that came from a bush near our oak. I kept the brambles with me always so that i could lash out at a creature if i were ever attacked.

I also put a long ball of string and a weed into my rusac. A collection of hard pebbles , a leaf and a sharp piece of glass of which i had binded weeds over one edge. I had prepared this the day before binding it well so that i could clutch it as tightly as i pleased.

I walk into the kitchen and rumage around for a snack. After a half hour i reappear clutching a freshly ripe berry and a cashew nut the perfect snack i chuck them carelessly into my bag and dive into the food once more in search for a piece of meat to use a bait.

As i threw my bait into my seeking bag , something inside it clattered. I soon find that mother had packed me a small tin , it could be useful i suppose.

I get up and lumber my bag into my room to get changed. My room is a rich red colour, father found a few rare berries a while ago they were delious and pretty too. I had gathered a few from his collection and hid them in my room . A few days later i squeezed every last drop of jucie into an acorn and painted my dull walls with it. I also have a small chest manufactured by my very own pappa , i also own a nutshell box that i put loose items in and a rock wardrobe that is impossible to move . My bed is made of a large basket , a few leaves and a piece of cloth. Upon the ground lays a fair amount of cotton which keeps my nice and cosy all year round. My most treasured object is a shiny thing that is a mix between glass, metal and a puddle. I am able to see a clear reflection of myself through it but the opposite way, i suppose it is a human thing as most weird things are. I doubt i will ever think this more that once but sometimes humans can be quite clever. Fearies detest humans the are a great hazard to our race and they seem to have no purpose in the world unlike most creatures in the world. Funnily enough they still are reprodicing by the minute as if they had a need to.

I dont have bundles of clothes but i would say i have quite a few, a good amount for that matter. Mother is always telling me that its not about the quality but the quantity and its not always about the outcome but the effort you put in. Sometimes she is right. I guess. I drag on my seeking clothes in a rush. They are not extremely attractive , then again i would not want them to be they could attract the wrong beings. The type us fearies like to avoid. I put on a red quarter sleeve top with my long neck , my red skater skirt , my black jacket and my black leather boots. Nothing i own is not either the colour red or black. Those are my two favourite colours , my signiture look. Both colours go beautifully with my purple hair. I am a rare feary with the power to use the ablities of any creature that has ever lived. One is able to tell my speacies from when i am born by my shiny , purple locks that fall to the ground when i hover a meter above the ground. It sounds heavy for my feable vody but luckily by the power of the great gardeners my hair is incredibly light. Mamma tells me to hurry as i have been in my room for ten autumns and six moons. She is kidding of course fifteen autumns presently. That is young for a feary as we live for many hundreds of autumns though after a few hundred we begin to loose our magic which makes us weak and after that we live a calmer life. Until then i will continue to be the the liveliest fea in our family.

I gather up the last of my seeking things and flutter swiftly into the corridoor to grant a farewell to mamma.

As mamaa bids me farewell there is a rhythemical knock on the door. I say my last goodbye's and mamaa wishes me luck and safety.