Faet & Fantasy : Gifted?

“Why do you do that?”

Kiena looked up, startled by the intrusion.  The object in front of her shimmering purple for a second, before returning to pale yellow.  Her eyes met Düne, who had been somewhat stand-offish around her.

Kiena looked back at the glowing fishbowl, watching the flowers float serene on the water, “It helps brighten the atmosphere.  With mirth and light.”

“I understand this,” Düne sat down opposite of her, “but why are you doing it?”

“I like gifting people with Joy and mirth.”  She responded quietly.

“It seems to me,” Düne leaned forward, “that you save very little for yourself.”

The object shimmered green and orange, Kiena did not notice, but Düne did.

“I have plenty of joy.”  Her voice was not confident.  In fact she suddenly fell sullen.

Düne smiled knowingly.  He had struck a cord.  “You are not required to be fake, Kiena.  You’re beautiful and unique as you are.  I don’t know what hurt you.  But what I do know is you cannot hide from the heartache.”

A tear escaped, tracing her cheek with a glisten, “Excuse me.”  Wisking her tear quickly away, the faerie leaned over for another fishbowl.

Düne understood the cue and excused himself, watching as Kiena tried to make the next fishbowl glow.

She felt a heavy sadness settle into her stomach.  She could produce hope.  Even if she didn’t always allow herself to feel it.  It was her right.  Nobody else should suffer because she did.

So why must she be so obvious?

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Faet & Fantasy : Delight 

After meeting Breigh officially, Kiena spent several days with him and his friends.  They were delightful.  She enjoyed every moment in their company.

Winter was setting it.  Morning frost turned into gentle layers of snow.  Kiena watched her new friends craft snowflakes and icy layers of crystal.

Capra caused the ice to glow.  Dax told Kiena that Capra’s people were said to have descended from the stars.

Breigh seemed genuinely interested in including her in their daily activities.  When Kiena was not working she was most often found with them.

It felt good to be included.  She found herself cheering up little by little as the days turned into weeks.

Before long, Winter Solstice was approaching, and they were preparing for the seasonal festivals.

As Breigh flew to her on the top of the dell where she was preparing to work on filling decorations with joy, Kiena realized for the first time she no longer woke up thinking of Rynn.

Their eyes met, causing a jolt of electricity to spread across her chest.  She blinked twice, darting her eyes to the bowl in front of her.  “Hi, join me,” she said, clearing the space next to her.

“Actually, I wanted to ask if you would join me.” He plopped into the chair, propping on his elbows and smiling with a comical grin.

Trying not to laugh, Kiena glanced briefly at him twice, focusing on the object in front of her, “I have a lot to do right now, where did you want to go?”

“To the feast tonight,” he paused briefly so she’d look at him, “with you.”  He finished with a wink.

Not altogether surprised, but definitely hiding excitement Kiena could not keep from smiling ear to ear, “Why?”  She asked.

Briegh blinked, visibly nervous as he worked to answer, “I thought that, while we usually just meet each other, it would be nice if you go with me.”

Warmth spread through her chest, “Why wouldn’t we just meet each other here?”

“Because I don’t want to just meet like friends would.” He reached for words, and reached for her hand, “I want to come to your door and take you by the hand.  And then, perhaps we would walk together.”

“That sounds nice.” Kiena beamed, not realizing the object in front of her radiated, the aura grew with intensity.

Briegh smiled knowingly, “so I will plan to be there shortly before sunset.”

“I will wait for you.”

“Good.”  Breigh nodded, and awkwardly said goodbye before flying away again.

Kiena watched him go, and then turned her attention back to the bowl.  “Oh my!”  She exclaimed watching it glow, suddenly realizing she’d completely given her emotions away.

Faet & Fantasy : The Dinner

A slow gnawing sadness crept into Kiena’s heart.  She tried to fend the tears, offering a wisp of a smile to everyone she passed.  Hopefully none would pursue and tell her to be festive.

She felt anything but festive.  Even the orbs emitting joy from the tables and hanging decor did not reach her heart to boost the mood.  Why the sadness had settled over her so suddenly, she’d not yet determined.

Crossing the great lawn where they held feasts on the flat of the dell, Kiena hoped to find an empty table near the edge of the crowd.  She scanned quickly to determine which of the empty ones she wanted, feeling a sudden tap at her shoulder.

“Excuse me?” A male voice said.

Kiena turned, baffled to know who might have possibly wanted her attention.  “Yes?” She responded, trying to sound friendly.

It was the same fae she’d shared a brief glance with the day he’d arrived.  “I’m Breigh.  I couldn’t help notice you looking for a seat.”

The slant of his eyes, point of his ears, style of his hair– Kiena felt her heart melt just staring at the face before her.  Flustered, and a bit embarrassed trying not to gawk, Kiena nodded, “I am.  I was going to sit over there.”

He seemed to notice she was staring, “Would you care to join us instead?” His hand stretched out to the table behind him where five others were talking and laughing.

She felt herself blink several times in her surprise to the request, “Sure.” Kiena smiled, walking over to the table with Breigh.

“Friends,” Breigh acknowledged, “this lovely young sprite has agreed to join us.  Your name, mi’lady?”

Blushing, Kiena laughed, “Oh, yes.  How silly of me to forget.  I’m Kiena.”

“Welcome, Kiena!” One of the females exclaimed brightly.  “Come sit.”

The unexpected exuberance of the winter fae at the table energized Kiena and made her forget her sadness for a few moments.  A seat was open next to Breigh and she sat as he introduced his friends around the table starting with the one next to him, and ending with the one next to her.

“Kiena, meet Dax, Jordi, Düne, Loreghlyn, and Capra.”  Breigh pushed her chair in and then took his own seat.

Capra smiled broadly, “Tell us of you, Kiena.”

Kiena wasn’t used to having attention put on her, and she certainly did not wish to have it now.  “I’m not all that interesting, though I enjoy dabbling with growth and emotions.”

“You seemed to emanate sadness earlier.  A lovely fae such as yourself shouldn’t be sad with such fun to be had.”  Dax beamed, drumming his fingers in rhythm on the table, “Do you dance, Kiena?”

Kiena nodded timidly, “I do, I haven’t in some time though.”

“Broken heart.” Jordi winked at her.  His smile gentle, “Figured it out.”

Everyone at the table groaned, as though they hadn’t figured it out first.

“What?  Figured what out?”  Kiena felt her cheeks blush.

Loreghlyn chuckled, “Ignore them, what else do you do, Kiena?”

Lately all Kiena seemed to do was mope.  She tried to think of a pass time she used to enjoy, but none stuck out, “I bless others.  It’s not exciting really.”  The image of Rynn flashed in her mind.

“I find it exciting.”  Dax winked at her again.  He looked at the others, “Imagine the energy it takes to do that all the time.”

Kiena had to admit she’d never considered the amount of energy it took to cheer others up from time to time.

Breigh nudged her arm, “You’re doing it again.”  He leaned in, speaking to just her.

“What?  What am I doing?” Kiena questioned with puzzlement.

“Emanating sadness.  Feast!  Laugh!  Be merry, my friend.  Tonight you have no room at this table for ailments.”  He winked, lifting his cup out so she might clank it with hers.

Kiena smiled sadly, tapping the brim of his cup with hers, her heart a flustered tangle of knots.

The night was fun, and Breigh gave her undivided attention through the whole evening.  The image of his face seared into her memory  and remained as her eyes closed in bed that night, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.