Pixie Glade P1

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I sat eagerly waiting as many did, it was that time again when someone new would come to the hollow I sat with a few of my friends all of us kinda busy from work everyone was eager it was such a rare thing for new people and whenever it did happen everyone got excited and in though a sweet spring breeze that blew into the tree was a twig it looked like the twig of a fern or perhaps pine tree it blew on and landed on the floor where things always did it had seven little springs of spiky green leaves that were against the floor and the brown wooden stem pointing up, one of the dust pixies I knew him obviously because I worked with him came and poured the cup of dust apon the twig and everyone sat and waited patiently and silently and she moved...

And ... she was beautiful.

Tall for a fairy, long thick legs, the little green of the twig had become her little dress, her face so beautiful and sweet, her hands graceful, her hair... her hair looked like nothing I had ever seen before she had hair that was dark brown at the top and flowed down to a fiery red at her shoulders she looked around seeming confused and frightened they explained to her what had happened and how she was here before they showed her all the various tasks and jobs to see what she was meant to be, I kinda hoped for her to be a dust fairy so I could meet her and talk to her but she walked right past that and nothing she tried water but the droplet burst, she tried winds but it faded to nothing I was getting a little worried for the poor girl but third to last the brown and red autumnal leaf it blew right into her hand and glew so Bright it was almost blinding, awww she's an autumnal fairy

"Perfect. Then your name shall be... y/n"

Y/n. What a beautiful name. They sent her off to where the autumn faires usually where so we all headed home too

"Somebody likes the new girl" Minho laughed shoving me

"What! No!" I argued

"Newt. Seriously?"

"....she's cute. I like her hair"

"You are so gonna be sneaking into the autumn glade"

"I am not!"

"Liar" He smirked

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