Fairy Diary

Garden Party

13. Fun, the year of the Pegasus

Dear diary,

After we were officially wed, we had a garden party. It was similar to the human wedding reception only it took place...You guessed it, in a garden.

The garden was even more magical than I, a fairy, could have imagined. There were purple, pink, and red flowers covering the ground and above us, there were arches of the most mesmerizing flowers ever created. They hung down, and their shape was similar to one of the grapes, but their beauty was far beyond anything I had seen before. The colors ranged from a different shade of purple to pink, matching the ground flowers perfectly.

Neither Van nor I have seen the place beforehand because it was a gift for us from our friends. It was the most precious gift anyone could receive. Not an object that could be broken, but a moment that would last forever. One perfect moment that we could cherish for the rest of our lives, and there is nothing more valuable than that.

It is often thought that the more valuable the gift was the more newlyweds would appreciate it, but our wonderful garden party was a living proof that wasn't true.

The tables were set in a beautiful display of colors and shapes, and even the food, itself, was arranged into different colorful arrangements that were simply breathtaking. There was quiet music playing in the background, making sure that all of our senses were experiencing pure joy.

It was everything I could have wished for and more, but that was the moment I realized that it wouldn't have meant anything if Van wasn't there to share the perfect moment with me.

The knowledge struck me with full force, although I already knew, probably on the day I met him, that Van was The One.

As I stood there, overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, the music changed, and Van offered me his hand with a huge smile on his face. I took the offered hand, and he led me to the beautiful gazebo that fit into its surroundings perfectly, with its silent beauty and natural charm.

Once we got there, we started dancing, slowly, afraid to ever let go. Emotions were flowing between us, and it felt like our souls were becoming as one.

The first dance is much more than just a dance, it is our bodies' way to express love through motion. It's a kind of ritual in itself, a promise that no one would ever tear our bodies apart. I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. Van's warm hands were on my hips burning through the fabric of my dress.

My hands were around his neck radiating heat, while at the same time gently caressing his neck. I couldn't stop myself, my shaky fingers needed to feel his bare skin, to feel that it was all real. Skin to skin contact, gave me strength, comfort, and let's be honest, lust. If you thought we were above such primitive emotions, you were mistaken. There were so many sentiments building up in my heart, so much so, that I thought it might explode at any moment and ruin our beautiful moment.

After some time, upbeat elf songs started being played, and it helped prevent my emotional overload since I wasn't that close to Van while dancing to those. We were jumping and twirling, and we had so much fun.

I forgot about all my worries, and even my happiness didn't overwhelm me as much. I just enjoyed dancing the crazy dances with the man of my life. I was laughing more than I had laughed in a while, since my people turned their backs on me, well most of them.

Linky, for example, was a great comfort to me, since she not only attended the wedding but was also thoroughly enjoying herself, unlike my father. She did some very unusual dance movies that, had they been done by anyone else, would have looked ridiculous, but when they were performed by her, they looked cool and unique. What can I say she is an awesome friend, as well as my animal friends. They stood by me when my mother refused to do so.

Anyway, it was an awesome party that I will remember as long as I shall live.

After a lot of dancing, eating and drinking, came the wedding cake, which was made according to my specifications and turned out just perfect. Van just stood there, with his mouth wide open, when he saw the cake. I didn't blame him, after all, it was unique.

It was a huge, tiered cake with the most beautiful flowers of my creation spread out in decoration here and there around the cake. That wasn't was got his attention, however.

On top of the cake were a bride and a groom, and they were perfect replicas of us, down to the clothes they were wearing. However, the bride was holding the groom in her arms. It was obvious from the positions of their bodies, that he had just fallen, and she caught him. On the tier under the top one, there were words written circling the cake:

"I will catch you when you fall."

On the other tiers, there were picture-like depictions of the most important moments of our lives hugging the cake. How was that done? Well, that is, my dear friend, a fairy secret, and not what is important here. The important thing is that it looked just right, perfect.

Van opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Instead of saying anything, he pulled me in for a smoldering kiss.

"Ahem, guys! Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind cutting the cake, and leaving the kissing part for when you two are alone." Linky said.

"Go away Linky!" We said in unison.

Unperturbed by her interruption, we kept on kissing even more passionately than before, not caring about what was appropriate and what was not. Unconcerned about what our family and friends might say, it was our day, after all. Van just wanted to thank me for the amazing gift, and there was no better way to do so but to kiss me senseless.

"Since I can't think of a better way to make the lovebirds stop kissing and cut that delicious cake I have been waiting for all night, I shall make the Speech now," Linky said, with a mischievous grin on her face.

Van and I immediately stopped kissing, hoping to avoid one of Linky's speeches since they were infamous for their inappropriate nature. We were too late. She had already started when we finally reached her.

"Dear friends and family, I have known the bride since she was just a tiny little fairy, always sucking her thumb, and never leaving her peace blanket." She said.

At that point in her speech, I was already feeling a bit uncomfortable, but I gave up on trying to stop her.

"She grew up to be quite a proper fairy, a fine specimen of what our people expected of her, but I knew better. After all, she chose me as her friend, and that was unorthodox, to say the least. As you all know, I am not what you would call a perfect little fairy, and yet we've been friends all my life.

She has always had so much passion, so much life, that she had tried to hide from the world in an attempt to have just the right amount of those qualities to be a good fairy. To be honest, I worried about her because of it. I thought she would never find The One. The one person who would understand her, and let her be herself.

When I was close to losing all hope, I started noticing small lights lighting up in her eyes. The bursts of joy and passion breaking through. Only later did I realize, that it all started happening when she met you, Van. You helped her get reacquainted with herself and for that, I am eternally grateful to you.

And what can I say about Van? Well, he is an awesome elf. The best elf I have ever met, but maybe that has more to do with the fact that he was the first elf whom I truly got to know. He is fun, energetic and passionate, but he also has a gentle side that he keeps trying to hide from others. So, rather than further embarrassing the happy couple, let us drink to their health and happy married life." She finished.

At those words, they all drank up, and I had to wipe away the tears that were streaming down my face. She might be different in many ways, but she is still the best friend I have ever had.

Oh, sorry the children are calling, it is time for their bedtime story. Did I say, children? Well, yes, yes I did, but more about that next time.

Goodnight.