Welcome to "So a I wrote a thing." Random fiction writing from me. This one inspired by @EreikaWritesFic
Cindy stared at the shoes and then glanced up at three magnificent pairs of wings. The butterfly wings were iridescent blue, violet and black sitting slightly below the dragonfly wings.
“How did she get in here,” Cindy wondered.
The dragonfly wings were the same clear blue turquoise of the shoes and at least the height of the enchanted creature and a half. The last set of wings were feathered, or at least looked like they were feathered. No, may be they were scaled, or mirrored. They seemed to consistently shift as if they were made of nothing more than imagination.
“Where did you get that coat.” Cindy heard someone in the crowd inquire.
And she could see why. The coat was perfectly fitted around the exposed wings in shifting shades of each of the wings. The pattern swirled over a dark material that served to let the colors of the wings shine brighter. The skirt was a perfect tea length of the same dark material and seemed to be dotted with shifting dust that floated down from the wings as they shook with the creature’s laughter.
Cindy overwhelmed by the sight exclaimed, “I didn’t know there were any fairy godmothers left in my father’s realm.”
The wings abruptly stopped moving as the enchanted one slowly turned to face the little girl. They arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow as their rainbow eyes narrowed on Cindy. The jacket showed their brown skin almost to the navel and was linked with strings of stones both common and precious but each pulsing with magic.
“Your father’s realm,” They said questioningly. “Anyone with basic education knows that this is the land of the Tree Dwarves. Land that they grew and cultivated long before man knew anything of the Fare Ways. Land that the Elders of the Elm allowed the humans to find refuge on when they had no other place to go, and entrusted care to when the Tree Dwarves left to find The Song.”
Cindy’s cheeks burned bright red. But the enchanted one’s wings began to move again.
“Ah, but you are a child. You words betray the ignorances and the fatuousness of man in this era. Though I had thought your father’s court was more progressive.” They sighed and took a drink from their champagne flute as chatter began around them again. “However, “ they bent down to meet Cindy eye to eye: rainbow to blue. “You should know I’m a Fairy Godparent.”
