Fairy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The fairy had a natural sunny glow and yellow hair the bright hue of a newborn petal, kinda neon. She beamed a soft dimpled smile. With a voice not louder than a soft whisper she spoke to me, "You must be Angela!" I could sense the excitement in her voice and I bet she could sense mine.
"I am!" I whispered. She walked closer, leaving a trail of rainbow sparkles behind her as bright as the stars.
"I'm here to grant you three wishes, my darling," she spoke with a high-pitched voice.
My stomach did a leap and a twirl all at once. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long!" I cheered, quite forgetting to whisper.
"Well then, this must be your lucky day." Her tone had changed to something irritated, as if this fairy had a problem. Perhaps she needed some wishes for herself? She raised her eyes to meet mine and I saw a trace of some pain she hid. "What are your three wishes?"
When Shona was asked to describe the fairy she had seen, she had a clear image in her head of a nut-brown miniature person with silver wings. She could see the flowing dark locks of hair and the bright black eyes. She could recall the black jumpsuit and the tiny boots. But when she opened her mouth to explain it, all that came out was 'jelly beans.' And no matter how hard she tried to form the words, all that came out was, 'jelly beans.' So she tried instead to draw the fairy and all that her hand would do was draw little bean shapes. She could say anything and draw anything so long as it wasn't anything about the fairy that had visited her in the night to give her a top secret mission. Now it was obvious that she'd have no choice but to keep it a secret.
The fairy had discarded her festival dress of petals and put on her black jumpsuit. She was going out tonight and she did not want to be seen. She tucked her wand down her back and beat her tremulous wings until they hummed. Then with a frisson of excitement she opened her door and flew out into the sweet rain-washed night.
Unlike the fairies of most modern folklore the ones that inhabit the island of Liuga never lost their fur. And as such they looked rather more like flying monkeys than anything you might find described in a fairy book. Their fur was brown and they had retained their tails that were stripped like a lemur. Their wings were a brown-green to camouflage with the mossy trees they lived in and they wore neither clothing or boots. But they were highly intelligent, as least as intelligent as their naked cousins in the north, or more so. And they blended in so well into the darkness of night that they made the most excellent tooth faeries.
With a voice no lounder than the soft whisper of waving grass, the fairy completed her ritual incantation. Then beating her tiny filamentous wings she buzzed almost soundlessly overhead, a short wooden wand clutched firmly in her long, nut brown fingers.
rainbow colored wings with a beautiful tiara which had sapphire and lilac gems