I sit on a log and stretch out my legs I had an easy day of work, walking below the trees, manipulating the leaves to turn brilliant golden yellows and dark red. Each fairy has their own duty to their season. Spring fairies help the flowers bloom, and be the color they need to be, and summer fairies are in charge of the animals and rivers. The winter fairies are the most powerful. They can make this freeze, they can make snow fall and blizzards happen. The king happens to be Winter. His son, Robin, is also. Nobility is determined only on blood, not season. Your season is purely decided on what month you are born in. I was born in September, and my name is Aster. So, I am a fall fairy.
Archer, the friend I am meeting in the woods after work, is also a fall fairy. We were born on the same day and have been irrespirable since. He is tall, with the typical brown hair of the fall fairies, with hazel green eyes. Every season has their particular features. Not necessarily with facial structures, but with hair and eye color. Fall fairies typically have variations of brown or red hair. Their eye color can be either hazel, brown, or gold. Spring fairies have blonde hair and green eyes. Summer fairies also have blonde hair, but their eye color is a dark blue. Winter Fairies stand out the most. They are very pale, with white hair and light blue eyes.
The hair on my arm tingles as I get the sensation of being watched. "you know, it's very rude to spy on people," I say. Archer step out from behind a tree with a smirk on his face. "your hazel eyes are so beautiful when you are trying to be sarcastic, my dear, dear friend," He shoots back sarcastically. I role my eyes. He walks over and offers me his hand. I grab it and he pulls me up. "well let's get on our way, those pumpkin spice lattes are going to drink themselves," He laughs. We walk through the woods in the direction of Fairy Square. That place is small, and cozy, while seaming to have everything. They have a café, a couple different clothing stores, some food markets, and a hair salon. It even has a movie theater. We stole that idea from the humans, even though they are our worst enemy. They cut down our trees, pollute the air, and litter. We do our best to make this world a beautiful place to live, but all they seem to do is trash it.
We reach Fairy Square which is as dazzling as ever. Vintage shops are everywhere, flowers adorn almost every window. Trees spotted here and there are vibrant and cheerful. Yellow, golden light spills out of every window. This place is kept perfect because of the magic rapped around it to keep the weather the same. It is always warm, and it never rains. When it does, you can look up and see the rain drops bounce back of the magical dome. The café, which is where we are heading now, is one of my favorite places. It also smell so perfect. The smell of coffee and backed goods are the most soothing smell I know.
Archer walks up to the counter. "hello there, we will take two pumpkin spice lattes, and one pumpkin muffin, please." I grin, he knows I love pumpkin everything, especially muffins. That's whats so amazing about having a best friend or two. They know everything about you. My other best friend, Celest, is a winter Fairy. She and I agreed to meet up at the Fashion store to look at dresses for tomorrow night. Archer hands the muffin to me after taking a huge bite of it. "here you go" he mumbles through his mouthful of my treasured muffin. I frown at him and take it. I also take my latte in him, just in case he decides to drink from mine and his. "thanks," "No problem," he responds as we sit down to drink our cups of joe, and talk.
"So, you nervous about tonight?" He asks. "No, not really," I gulp some of my drink, so he can't see my face. He chuckles. "liar, I know you are, getting your wings in front of everyone is going to wreck your nerves." I role my eyes "And of course you aren't feeling a single bit nervous, are you? I shoot back. He blushes. "Maybe just a little," he whispers. I laugh, "We will be there together, so it won't be as nerve wrecking, just imagine if one of us wasn't turning seventeen! Then we would not have each other." I say. Every fairy who is turning seventeen will be getting their wings tomorrow. We will each go up on stage one by one. The King, Reign, will sprinkle fairy dust over us so that the magic will make our wing grow. We only can have it done when we are seventeen, because it is tradition. "What do you think your wings will look like?" Archer asks. "I have no idea, and I don't really care. All I care about is that they will allow me to fly, I have always wanted to." I responded.
