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Faery Story – The Land of Cassari

 

 

Hi everyone! It’s Kelpie Sunpearl here again to regale you! This story was something my grandma told me when I was younger. 

 

Lily Tranelis, a half-elf bookkeeper, fell asleep on top of her book, scrolls scattered around her, after a long day of scribing. Once they made sure she was asleep, the faeries that had been watching Lily for a couple of years now, appeared around her. Some of them started tidying up,  and one named Cerulean Sky placed a blanket on her so she didn’t catch a cold. One, by the name of Willowmist, braided Lily’s hair and placed a pretty ribbon at the end. Another faerie, by name of Ruby, helped bring Lily’s bottle flowers to life with the assistance of some small wisps of faerie magic.  Once everything was cleaned up and arranged, the faeries flew out the window that Lily had left open to let some air in. 

 

    The next day, Lily woke up and was a tad bit confused. There was a blanket on her shoulders, her hair was braided, and her flowers in the vials were in full bloom on the table next to her desk.  She moved the blanket and folded it up, setting it neatly in the basket on the floor. She stared at the flowers for a few minutes, trying to figure out how they had bloomed, when she had only put them in the vials the night before. 

 

As she was puzzling this out, she heard a small giggle and then a high-pitched voice say, “Don’t stare at it too hard, you might hurt yourself trying to figure this out.” 

 

Lily turned around to see a small fairy standing on her still open book.  Her mouth opened to say something, then closed again when she realized she had no idea what to say to this small creature.  Ruby laughed as she stood up, opening her wings fully so that the sunlight streaming in through the window hit the beautiful red colors, making them sparkle and shimmer. 

 

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am a fairy. My name is Ruby, and I am the reason your flowers bloomed. You always work so hard, so my friends and I decided to help you out a little.” Ruby grinned at Lily and flew to the flowers, hovering over them for a few moments to check their progress. 

 

Lily, finally finding her voice, whispers, “Where did you come from? How do you know how hard I work? And why did you help my flowers?” These questions were the only ones she could think of to say to Ruby at the moment, as she was still too startled to fully comprehend she was talking to a fairy.  She had read about them, and a few people had told her they had seen them, but this was the first time she had any experience with them.

 

Ruby landed on one of the vials and shook her head at Lily. “We are all over the place. My little group lives in the little garden village you set up a couple of years ago. We’ve been watching over you ever since.  I am a flower fairy and I thought it would be nice for you to see the blooms when you woke.”

 

As Ruby and Lily sat talking, Cerulean Sky and Willowmist flew in. Lily just stared for a moment then smiled. “This is so wonderful! I have been told about your existence and always hoped I’d see you, but I never thought I’d have a couple of you in my house!” 

 

All you had to do was pay more attention to your garden, Lily.” This came from Cerulean Sky. She was the leader of their small circle and spoke a bit more direct than most of them. Lily laughed, a bit of a blush spreading across her face. 

 

I am really sorry about that.  I am not what you would call a ‘green thumb’ and I’ve been so busy scribing all these scrolls…” She cuts herself off in mid-sentence. “OH! The scrolls!! I need to go get these to Yisli before noon!!” She spun around and started gathering all the scrolls she had finished up last night. The fairies watched her, trying to stay out of her way so they didn’t get hit accidentally.  

 

She stopped long enough to smile at them. “I hope you will be here later! I’d really love to talk to you some more! Bye now!” She threw her cloak on after stuffing the last scroll into her bag and rushed out the door.

 

The three fairies looked at each other and then fell onto Lily’s book laughing. 

 

We have GOT to teach her to have some fun and not take everything so seriously!” Ruby said through her giggles. 

 

Cerulean Sky finally calmed her laughing and looked around Lily’s small hovel. “We should clean up for her a bit. Doesn’t look like she has touched a mop or a dust feather in weeks!”

 

The other two nodded their heads in agreement. “I’ll go get the others so we can make this place nice and shiny!” exclaimed Willowmist. She flew out the window to gather up the rest of the fairies and Ruby and Cerulean Sky started sparkling up the kitchen. 

 

Lily runs out the door and down the dirt road that leads to the main area of her small village, Earthwich. She waves to the various merchants as she heads to the church of Rahara, the nature goddess. She got to the chapel doors just as the town clock started ringing. “Phew, just made it.” she thinks to herself as she walks in.

Yisli is standing at the front, performing her daily rituals and prayers to Rahara. She turns and nods at Lily, and turns back to the statue of Rahara, never breaking her prayer. Once she is done, she turns around to greet Lily.

“Cutting it close today Lily!” The Elven cleric laughs as Lily walks up and hands her the scrolls. “Did you run all the way here? Your hair is all frazzled!”

Lily laughs a little as a blush appears across her cheeks. “I am so sorry, Lady Yisli. You would not…” She pauses a moment and thinks about it. “Well, you might believe why I’m late! I was visited by fairies!”

Yisli was looking through the scrolls as Lily was telling her why she was almost late, and stops to look up at Lily when she mentions the fairies.

“You were visited by fairies?” She motions for Lily to sit on one of the benches set up. She sits with her, placing the scrolls next to her, forgotten for the moment. “Please tell me what happened and what they said.”

Lily thought Yisli was acting a bit odd, but was too excited to ponder it for long. She told Yisli about the fairies, what they did, and what Ruby had offered to do for her. Yisli nodded as she listened then smiled.

“You must say a prayer of thanks to Rahara! You have been blessed, my child. Fairies do not just show up to anyone, and they certainly do not offer to help unless they want something. This is very special, Lily. You say your prayers. I must take these scrolls to the elders and tell them of your encounter. I shall return soon!”

 

I hope you enjoyed this first part and that you come back next month for the next bit! Make sure you check out everyone else’s articles and share Pagan Pages with your friends and family! 

 

~Don’t forget to love each other – Brian Foster~

 

Fairy love and Pixie wishes,

Kelpie Sunpearl

 

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About the Author:

Cyndi Snow-Pilcher is an urban faery just trying to make it in this insane world. English was her favorite subject and spent hours writing short stories and poems. She gave up writing when life got in the way with the military and family duties. Then, after meeting the love of her life in 2000 and the support of friends, she started writing again.

She co-owns Fae Corps Publishing, LLC, an indie author publishing company that she started with her best friend and partner Patti Harris. They published quite a few anthologies and single author books since they started in July of 2019.

She has been in a few of the anthologies: Through the Sunshine, Faery Footprints, Nightmare Whispers Vol I, and will be penning something for Fae Corps Halloween anthology, Fae Shivers which comes out around the middle to end of October, 2021.

Her first book was The Woodland Adventures: Nita and the Honeybees, published in 2015. Soon after, she published Keko and the Lost Bananas. Neither are available at the moment as she will be republishing them under Fae Corps Publishing, LLC sometime in 2022.

She is currently working on a mystery novel and her Faery world of Cassari.

You can find her on her blog at: RedBird’s Storytime

Or follow her on Instagram at: https://www.instagram.com/redsstorytime/