Chapters 1 - Part 1
~Growing up grounded~
For as far back as i could remember i always had both feet on the ground.
Maybe due to the fact that i was born without, or born without wings.
Never have i felt the power of my very two wings flap, or felt the b.reezy wind that my own body makes to help get me off the ground. My mother alway told me
"You were made this way for a reason, maybe there something your ment to do".
Everytime she would say that, i would just mutter to myself "It could of pick anyone else to do it". "Why ruin my life from the start"?
Chapter 1 - Part 2
~ Paths to Steps, Day at the Art Show ~
When going to steps Chrytheasanmum would watch as the rest of the kids fly by playing tag, racing, and float. But she walked, climbed, and hopped. Everyday Chrythesanmum would look for a easier way to Steps. She was young, small, and was always late to class.
When trying a new routa she started to hear some muisc. "Noise?" "Music." "Im already late...again."
So she went to the muisc.
She was walking under the canapy, With shadows of other faries flying by in the same way. She was looking up watching them, she started to slowly b.reak into a jog. The muisc go louder, more clear. Her Yellow sundress flowed in the wind as it got closer.
Finally it was clear, a art show that went from the fork in the tree to the roots.
Many faries flying up and down, and around the trunk. Many colorful canves of all shapes and sizes. Some had paint all over there body,and in their hair. Some where flying with colored dust coming off their wings, Flying art.
"OHHH!" "Its so colorful!" She started walking down the b.ranch towards the art, but theres was a wide, deep gap between her and the art.
She looked for a safe way down but it seemed like the way down...was just down, And it was a deep down. She just stand there watching other fly by and join the show.
From a ways down the trunk of the tree, there was a mid young fairy. She had white roses all in her hair, and the roses had differnt colored dust on them. She watched Chrythesanmum try to find a way down, and watched her give up. "Poor thing...we should really have stairs or something." "All of you are cold..eh." She walked over to her art booth and lifted up the table skirt to reveal her two son's playing with the colored dust, and paint. "Can you boys do mom a favor?" She asked. They both stopped playing and look up at her with the eyes that said, "Right now mom?" She pointed up to Chrythesanmum, "Can both of you help her get down?" "So she can join the fun, an the ar...You know what? No just go do it."
The two b.rothers took a moument to take in what their mother just asked. Then they looked up at the deep gap between them and the girl in the b.right yellow sun dress, being sure to space out. "Spon!" "Danail!" With a shape twist of the neck, like a owl hearing it next meal, they turned to mom. "Why can't she get down herself?" She looked at them With wide eyes, and a half open mouth. "Can't you see?" "She has no wings?" she said. Spon mouth opened with happiness, "She has no wings?" He said with a kick in voice that said, This is new to me, and i like it. Danials reaction was more on the confussed side. "No wing..?" "I dont understand." She sighed. "You know what you guys just stay here and look after the stall." "Dont let anyone take anything!" "Or touch anything!"She started in a walk then slowly started to floats into the b.reezy air, as she made her way over the gap.
Chyrsanthemum eyes foused on the lady in a white and green dress. They made eye contact, then she knew she was coming for her. The lady reached the end of the tree gap, Her landong was soft, and b.realy made a noice. Up close she truely a beatiful women. Her hair was light b.rown and in a bun, Her eyes were a pale teal, an a botton nose, with thin lips to finish her. She was wearing a white and green drees, it had vines sewed from the bottom to the wasit. It also had some hand prints of dust on the side, where she was wiping her hands.
Her wings were well kept. A deep blue that let the sun shine throgh them, like a stained glass window. They fluttered as she stod there let Chyrsum look her over.
"Hey?" Chyrsum look up at the lady "hi." She said in a small voice. "Are you wayching the art show?" "Are you going to join?" Chrysum Stod up stright and gave her eye contact, "Yes..." Her confdess slowly left her body as she could not tell the lady her plan to get down. They both where standing there with the sound of the b.reezy wind betwwen their ears. "Welll my name is Pean!" "And i can help you get down if you like." "I have stall down there, or i just help you down?" "If im not taking up your time,yes i would like a lift down."
Pean picked her up. "Hold on tight." "But not that tight." They slowly started to lift off the ground. Her wings fluttered with a humming, as they slowly started forward over the gap. Chrysum hald on and look down into the gap, that went from down tree, all the way down to the green, and pink grass.
They got to the other end of the gap, she steped down off her. She started to look around, as if she was never going to get the show. She turned to pean, "Thanks for the help." Pean noded. "It's so colorful!" She said bye and walked into the art.
Colors everywhere! On the ground, in the skies, even on poeple! Chrysanthemum coulent help but to smile, and skip. Its only what kids are good at. She lokked at all the booths! The painters, they where making designs on wings, and faces, hands, feet, even whole bodys! Some were b.raiding hair, puting shells, feathers, beads, and even bones! The music was ao cheerful that even the most angry of fraies coulent stay mad for long. Many drink, and food stalls around. The smell was the prerect topping to the pure blissful, happy energy in the air! Many faires old and young all had some kind of dust, or paint on them.
On the right side of Chrysum a lady with green, and purple hair called her over. She was kinda hesitant, not to sure why this lady was call on her. But she Went over to her. The lady looked at nothing but her hair. "Who put the purple paint in your hair?" Chrysum grabbed her hair and stroked it. "Nobody put paint in my hair." The lady was shocked, she reached out with dusty, color stained hands and grabbed her hair. "This is you natural hair!!" The lady shrieked! She called over the others running the booths next to her. "Come look at her hair!!" Chrysum started to shut down. she thought the women, and her friends were going to mock her. They all raced over. "Ohh!" everyone almost said at the same time. Some were touching her hair, her yellow sun dress caught the attenion of others.
"OHH That hair!" "Can i put some blue in your hair?" "Pink?" "May i b.raid some?" "Put some sheels in this spot!" Chrysum was filled with giggles, and what seemed like a waterfall of smiles. Everyone was running back, and forth fixing up her hair. Dust there, paint here, and busy fingers. "Look at the sew pattern in this dress!" They started sewing, and weaveing flowers, and patterns, or what seemed like anything they could find into her dress.
There was a bit of aggravation sometime. Even shouting. A hour went by, then finished!
Her yellow sundress was now a colorful display of team work. Her hair was sparkly, with many well blended colors, with many single b.raid in tanged with the half up, half down look they have given her.
She couldent beilve it was her! "Ahh!" "Thank you!!" She said with a bit of a hop here. and there. "You didnt have to." with a look if pure joy on her face
"We wanted to!" "Now go enjoy yourself" "also if anyone ask who did that..ponit them our way."
More coming soon,
Also correction ~