Purple Dreams in Other Realms

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun. I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! Who am I to deny an enchanted fairy what her heart desires? On this night when purple skies caress the celestial sun orb, she shouldn't be sitting alone with a frown on her lovely face. In this special garden of lavender lilacs and lotus of white, I will do my best to find a way to make her rosy cheeks smile. Softly, I hummed so she would know of my approach She looked up and returned my smile, so I introduced myself. "Hello, little one. Sorry I've kept you waiting on my stoop before the magical green door that is the entry to my home. Come inside with me, and we shall see if I can tell you a story to make that frown you wear disappear.” She only nodded. She sat on a tiny chair... looking like a waif of a dear fairy, sipping tea I'd offered her in the tiniest cup in my cupboard. She didn't look me in the eye, and I felt her timidity so, I burrowed through my mind to recall a story of lore she might find amusing. I cleared my throat and began... "I've a tale to tell about the fae, Kerry who leapt from page forty-three of a book. She'd been locked there by a wicked faerie and filled with such fear, her body shook. She searched for a way to escape or be locked in that tome forever. Kerry chanted a spell to change her shape. A bit of magic. Now, wasn't that clever? One day, a child opened the book to that page and Kerry spoke words that gave her wings. As she flew away, she heard a voice in a rage! The wicked one was shouting and throwing things. Kerry kept her distance from books after that, for being trapped in a book gave her a scare. She met with other fairies to have a little chat... "Stay away from books. Of their pages, beware." The little one had closed her eyes before the tale's end and I chuckled as I heard the faint ripples of a snore. I could tell this child had not slept for quite a while. Gently, I folded her wings and laid her on a bed, covered her with down quilts, sewn with silk thread. I didn't learn her name for she hadn't spoken to me. Perhaps she'll tell me her story when she wakes. But for now, she's drifting along in a new purple realm, dreaming she's a young princess with lovely lace wings.