Pls hav mercy

C o t t o n y

The young one stopped in her tracks. It bewildered her how the stranger managed to dive into her thoughts, but it could only be madness to ask her of such, and the fact that it was dangerous can be put to thought for the innocent yet impulsive girl.
Strangers ought not to be spoken to.

"Perhaps even fly?"

That instance when the child heard, briefly, but only briefly, did she hope once more. She was more overwhelmed with excitement rather than exclaim in shock about the fact that this stranger just read her mind.
A tiny spark filled her bright eyes and ignited a flame inside her; desire and aspiration for the possibility to make her dream much more than just pictured by the mind. As quick as her thoughts and her heart soared up did it fall back down to Earth level. She knew well enough how it was neither possible, nor was she knowledgeable, nor fated to happen.

"If only I knew how, then you wouldn't be seeing me standing here long ago." A disheartened Franchesca replied simply.

"But it is fate, isn't it?" The stranger inquired, giving it a thinking hum before responding with a full sentence.

It was Franchesca's turn to think. She fell confused to the strangers words, and before she could reply, the stranger followed up her statement with a less vague explanation that let the little girl wrap her tiny head around the statement floating in her mind.

"If you hadn't been able to fly, then you would be walking— or running, which you were doing just now," the stranger informed in a motherly tone. "Then I would have never met you on this fine day, would I? It just has to be fate's work to make us meet, then."

Confusion remained engraved in the girl. That statement was met with a drowning silence that lasted for about two solid seconds. 

But that was enough time for poor little Franchesca to decide to shed a tear. The tear turned into small wailing and whining from the innocent child. The woman did not expect to make her cry, and so it was the last straw, as decided by the stranger, to finally reveal my true self and end her grief.
The stranger then took in the time to change the child's crying and turn it into the expression of someone taken aback.
Alas— the woman was no ordinary woman, but little Franchesca's very own fairy godmother!

"Be still, young one, for I have no intent to hurt you. I am Kayla, your fairy godmother who swore to protect you the moment you were born," The woman now named Kayla spoke gently.
"Calm down and tell me your wish, for I will make your dream come true."

Trusting has never been difficult for young Franchesca, especially for her good hunches and intuition that made up for her lack of brainpower and mind-using. (Let's face it; she didn't even wonder why her fairy godmother, or Kayla, bothered asking when she already knew what she wanted and decided to start a conversation about it—)

"I wish I had wings to fly."

The naïve little one joyfully stated, pumping her heels up and letting her petite body bounce from the ground in small jumps. Her heart was leaping higher than her height could ever reach as excitement and delight took control over her small physique.
A new song played her mind.

Wings by Little Mix.

As figured, it was Kayla's work to play a song in Franchesca's head— the two wouldn't have met any if not, other ways of meeting would simply be total circumstance and coincidence. It must have been the truth that she was her godmother since birth, since she's probably why Fran has a habit of thinking about songs during certain situations (does that make sense? if it doesn't youre probably just ignorant). 

Franchesca felt inspired.
She felt like she could do anything.
And when she did, she tried running once again.

She ran and ran, as fast as her short little legs could take her. And then she jumped high.

That's when Kayla's work was done; Franchesca felt it in her.

Her wings were growing, and soon sprung out.

She finally was able to fly.

She didn't know her wings came with a.....

...a cotton bed..?