dream of fairies and summer

Skoll Haskel · 12-04-2011, 01:47 PM

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Skoll Haskel

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The love seat drew back then swung forward with a quiet creak, rocking gently back and forth. It was a lulling motion, but not one that threatened to put him to sleep. Instead, it brought an odd sense of calm to the rambunctious heart in his pale breast, and it suddenly didn’t matter if there weren’t fairies dancing along the blushing flowers. Instead the blossoms were subdued, desaturated, and for all intents and purposes the little glowing spirits could have simply been asleep. Winter was coming, and the sun had already gone, and Skoll realized that this was a time for quiet more than eager questions.

He squeaked when teeth lightly nipped his tail, and craning his neck to look over his shoulder, he listened to the young woman’s statement. He shook his head slightly in disagreement. “Make-believe stories good too,” he asserted quietly. “Not true, but still good. Like playin’ pretend. Jus’ gotta know they make-believe.” Childhood was a time to enjoy things like this, but it could go beyond childhood, too. One could argue that even celebrations and games served some sort of purpose, but he was too young to look into that. Sometimes things were just good, and you didn’t question why, like a collop of something sweetened after one was no longer hungry.

Caspa spoke hypothetically of fairies, and Skoll rolled his tiny shoulders in a shrug. “The ’oomans telled wolf stories. Fairies too maybe.” He suddenly flashed her a grin, displaying a bit of mischief and wit beyond his young age as he quipped to the nonbeliever, “But don’ matter, does it?”

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