The Village of the Fire Faeries ~
Yes, I can survive outside my
homeland. I know that I'm a fire faery and prefer to be around very hot
things (Could this be why our males are so horny? They're so hot all
the time?). But you have to understand that being cool isn't so bad,
but being cold is down right deadly to us and this is why you'll never
see our kind far from warm climates. And if you do see one of us you
are likely to only glimpse a flicker of wing out of the corner of your
eye. But worry not, I write this to tell you all about fire faeries and
my fabled village hidden deep in a volcano somewhere on this planet.
Don't ask me where, for I shall not share.
But I will tell you, if one
such as yourself could live in my world, what your eyes would see if
you chanced upon my home. And I shall start with the fact that a very
hot river of lava flows right through the middle of our town. And this
is a good thing indeed since we faeries just love a good hot bath in
the lava most hot. I do so miss this, being away from home isn't what I
desire but circumstances beyond me forced this upon myself… and I must
endure what I must. Perhaps if I talk to David, a bath in boiling water
could be arranged and that would be most nice indeed. Yes, I'll have to
ask him and see what he thinks.
Oh, sorry. I do tend to drift
from time to time so please be patient. Now, to get back to all about
faeries. You see; there's also a main road that runs right alongside
the river. And a large road this is too! It has to be for guests of all
sizes to pass by. After all, our houses are somewhat fragile if not
among the most beautiful you'll ever see. And no, this is not a bold
claim unfounded. Perhaps, someday, I can prove this to be true. But let
me describe to you, as best I can, what our homes are like.
Every faery has a place to
call home and this house is made of the most fabulous rock. It's
magical rock, harvested from a secret place and then charged with magic
most sacred. It is this process that brings out the properties that
give the rock both a blackness that only the depths of the Earth knows
and the ability to reflect light. But this rock doesn't just reflect
the light but also changes it so the rock glows with a brilliance
unseen. And this glowing reflection moves through the rock in waves.
This is truly something words can not describe fully and I do pray that
someday you'll be blessed with seeing what I speak of.
So now you know of what our
homes are made but not of what lies inside! But then perhaps this is
something I shouldn't share; perhaps telling all isn't the best path.
I've told you of the cavern our village rests in and I've told you of
the river, the road and that we have guests. Perhaps now I shall share
how we faeries live. For we are a mirthful lot full of play, love, and
mischief. We love to party and tease, especially those visitors we get
from time to time.
I think perhaps that this is
enough for now. But as I adjust to my new life, away from the home I
love, I'll share more and more of who I am.