Lavender Faerie In the Lilacs

she was discovered nursing her wounds inside my lilac tree what are you? I asked her, could she a butterfly be? She did not answer at first, tried to hide under her pretty wing. Dainty and shy, she is a darling lavender faerie, name of Ming. She was not fond of coffee, so I fed her lemonade sure. I also gave her a bit of a cookie, it was chocolate chip pure. How did you get injured? I asked as gently as a human can. A rose thorn she told me, showing me a stab mark in her hand. I offered to get antiseptic and gently wipe away the blood. She said “no thank you, all I need is a teensy bit of mud.” So I made her a poultice and put out my hand in a slow way. She took a teensy bit, thanked me, and flew up and away.