Faet & Fantasy : Breigh

Dashing about to complete her work on time, Kiena wasn’t entirely sure how she would still have time to change before the dinner.

Having successfully avoided the Winter Fae after that day, she was now faced with mandatory presence at the welcome dinner.

The colony at Raven’s Dell always had a welcoming dinner, and Kiena generally volunteered to decorate.  Her magic conjured joy, and she would spend countless hours enchanting table decorations to boost the mood.  Every once in a while frustration would show up and discolor the object she was enchanting.  It was tedious expressing joy for so long during mundane tasks.

This year, considering all she felt was melancholy and sadness, she did not volunteer to decorate.  In fact, with the manipulation of atmosphere sure to toy with her mood she felt no inclination to go either.

Sighing heavily, Kiena looked through her wardrobe to figure out what to wear.

The image of the winter fae smiling at her and shaking his head flashed in her memory, causing Kiena to flinch with embarrassment.

After a few moments she was dressed and ready to go.

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Faet & Fantasy : Winter

The magnificent sound of a thousand fluttering wings melodiously echoed as the Winter Fae arrived at Raven Dell.

Kiena watched from her porch as the hosts of Raven Dell cheered.  The Lord of the colony took forearms with the Lady of the dell in welcome.

Bored with formalities, Kiena scanned the newcomers interested in how many there were this time.  She’d never paid a great deal of attention to the Winter Fae as she and Rynn took off on marvelous adventures more often than not prior to Acacia arriving.

Kiena found herself staring at one of the fae.  While she was looking him over, his eyes met hers.  Caught off guard by the piercing stare of blue eyes, Kiena looked immediately away.

Foolish move. She thought to herself glancing his way again.

His features were sharp and angular.  Shaggy black hair setting off his pale skin and blue eyes, with his sharp ears pointing out of his hair.  His wings were like crystal, tinted with lavender.  She only imagined his voice was just as glorious as his appearance.

His eyes trailed to hers.  He could feel her staring.  Hiding her cheeks from the coming flush, Kiena stood and went inside to hide from the embarrassment in being caught staring.  This last time she was sure he smirked and shook his head.

Her throat constricted nervously as she peaked through the narrow seam of her curtains hoping he wasn’t on to her, Kiena admitted she felt foolish hiding from him.  Maybe he would forget– though, she reminded herself, being the only one in her colony with black hair, Kiena stood out like a dandelion in a field of grass.

As the colony began to disperse to their seasonal homes, Kiena watched him fly across the way with a group of males.

He was single from what she could tell.  Perhaps she might consider getting to know him.

El Niño

A little boy emerged from the sea looking for his playmate.

Once he emerged, and the world welcomed him.

A second time, chaos ensued and the people scoffed.

They shook their fists at the sky, they threw their hands up in the air.  Some wept, others laughed.

Angry, the little boy confused their seasons, scattering the Winter in strange places.

Where piles should drift, there were none.

Where ice should be dripping, rain fell instead.

Frustrated the people continued to complain.

The little boy did not relent.

Meanwhile groundhogs everywhere laughed, playing with the boy as he ran through the fields and forests looking for his playmate.  Still she could not be found.

While Mother Nature slept her children were up to no good.

Faet & Fantasy : Dreaming

Kiena awoke with a start.  Breathing heavily she looked around her dark room honing in on reality.

“It was just a dream,” she whispered to herself sitting up.  Leaning back against the wall, she rubbed her brow.  Instant chill shook her, so she grabbed her shawl from beside her and wrapped it snuggly around her shoulders.

Rynn’s eyes were more intense everytime she dreamed of him.  That glance at her after she’d blessed him and Acacia.  They did not speak at his wedding, though she caught him looking at her.  It was a sad, sympathetic sort of look.  One that wished her as happy as he felt.

The concept cut at her.  To think she did not make him as happy as Acacia did brought fresh tears to Kiena’s eyes.

“What is wrong with me?”  Kiena beat her fist into her drawn knee.

Dawn was breaking.  Blue and grey began to glow out her window.  Her eyes drifted to it and she felt peace glint momentarily lifting  her heavy heart.

Tendrils of fog swirled slowly just beyond the glass.  Tiny crystals of ice had formed in a brilliant pattern on the bottom half of her circular four-paned window.

Kiena took a deep breath and settled deeper into the warming blankets.

Today the Winter Fae would arrive.

Maybe one of them are meant for me.

The thought caught Kiena off guard.  She shook her head hiding her face.  Not really sure why she should be embarrassed by her own thoughts when no one else was around.

Perhaps one with crystal blue eyes.

If she was going to entertain the thought, at least she’d make it pleasant.

“And sandy blonde hair,” she concluded the thought aloud.  “Who loves winter as much as I do.”

Rynn’s green eyes flashed in her mind again.  She curled tighter to fight against the image and the heartache brought with it.

This simply would not do.  If Kiena was ever going to recover from her sadness, she had to stand up and just do it.

So Kiena stood.  The winter bite reaching to her bones as she fumbled with the flint in her fireplace.

Winter

Winter whitened the darkened earth

The blinding glare would garish shine

With the glowing embers smoldering in the hearth

The stormy gale desperate would whine

Burying deeper the life that is no more

Pale the lace falls faster, faster

Hiding whatever was there before

Oh Winters Edge! All are succumb to you, Master.

Desperate to keep our lives,

We fall before your hand

Bundled up to warm the insides

None before your bitterness will stand

Oh Winters Edge forsake us here

Leave us alone from your torments

Your frost and white out we very much fear

Rid us of your icy adornments

Bittersweet is your bitter sting

And our toes grow numb at your touch

We pray, we pray, that you will summon Spring

Of your trickery we have had enough.

The fireside is our greatest friend

To keep us from your chill

Your vagrant blasts always rend

The doors wide open with your torturous skill.