emotions. Jazz thought something was going on with her. Without warning Frankie shifted off.
“I’ll be back,” she told Trevor. “I’m going after Frankie.”
He nodded and she took off following the girl’s scent, a residue that each being leaves as they shift through the atmosphere.
Frankie stood at the edge of a large and serene lake. She had plopped herself onto the grass, hugged her knees to her chin, and looked absolutely miserable.
Jazz dropped onto her rump on the soft grass beside her, and put her arms around her to hug her close, “Hey, sweetie, wanna talk?”
Her big hazel soulful eyes looked up at her and she said, “Do ye know, Jazz? Do ye know who m’father is?”
Jazz sighed, “No one tells me anything either, but I’ll make you a promise, because you deserve to know. Everyone should know who their parents are, so if I find out, I will tell you. How is that?”
A loud swish of air brought their gaze up from each other and made them both look skyward.
Brilliant blue, just as all the colors in Faery were, Jazz thought as she shaded her eyes from the bright sun. All colors, all life forms, especially the birds in Tir were accentuated. What met her gaze made Jazz think she had somehow slipped into a fantasy. It was the only conclusion she could come up with.
Iridescent white wings that were opened wide, made a rush of sound as they gracefully flapped in the sky. Hovering over the girls was an angelic male with white gold hair and sparkling eyes.
He wore a white toga like outfit which was trimmed in gold. He wore Fae sandals that so many of the male Fae seemed to prefer.
Jazz was riveted by his ethereal beauty, he seemed to be laughing and crying all in the same breath as he slowly descended. What the heck was going on? What was he? She sensed more than just Fae…but what?
He reached the ground and drew in his wings to his back until they were nearly hidden. Jazz decided that he had to be some form of Fae angel. He was exquisite.
He stood with his hands clasped together as he focused on Frankie. He was staring at her, laughing and clapping his hands together like a young boy just given the most supreme present he had ever had.
She wondered if he was a little bit tipsy. As he was looking only at Frankie, all Jazz’s protective juices flowed. Both girls jumped to their feet. Jazz stood between Frankie and the angel, so that the newcomer could only address her.
The winged Fae shook his beautiful head of white gold hair, and said in a voice that was heavily and sweetly accented by an ancient Danu dialect. “No, no, you mustn’t fear me.” He held out his hands. “I am here because of Queen Aaibhe. She thought it time I knew that you were safe.” Jazz was in awe as the angel spoke past her, directly to Frankie.
“I am Deimne, the Daoine Sluagh, and Aaibhe said that she believes now is the time for us to meet—as she, like our Daoine Queen Mab is most wise.” His smile was wide and Jazz saw the joy in his eyes as he said, “Indeed, I once thought I was the last of my kind, but no more.”
Jazz was struck silent by this information. She tried to say something, but nothing entered her head or passed through her lips.
She was stuck on the fact that he was a Fae with wings.
She had never heard of a Fae with wings. Not in all the Fios tales of the ‘old days’, had a Fae with wings been mentioned. He had said he thought he was the last of his kind. Did that mean there were no other Fae with wings? She had always thought only the Pixies had wings. This was extraordinary, but why shouldn’t he have wings? After all, she was standing in Faery, breathing Faery air, experiencing Faery time, so why not a Fae with wings. Frankie eyed him curiously and then surprised Jazz by moving forward and going right up to stand in front of him.
In spite of Frankie’s warrior leathers, she dropped an old fashioned and very elegant curtsey. Her face was solemn as she said in a quiet voice that sounded
“I’ll be back,” she told Trevor. “I’m going after Frankie.”
He nodded and she took off following the girl’s scent, a residue that each being leaves as they shift through the atmosphere.
Frankie stood at the edge of a large and serene lake. She had plopped herself onto the grass, hugged her knees to her chin, and looked absolutely miserable.
Jazz dropped onto her rump on the soft grass beside her, and put her arms around her to hug her close, “Hey, sweetie, wanna talk?”
Her big hazel soulful eyes looked up at her and she said, “Do ye know, Jazz? Do ye know who m’father is?”
Jazz sighed, “No one tells me anything either, but I’ll make you a promise, because you deserve to know. Everyone should know who their parents are, so if I find out, I will tell you. How is that?”
A loud swish of air brought their gaze up from each other and made them both look skyward.
Brilliant blue, just as all the colors in Faery were, Jazz thought as she shaded her eyes from the bright sun. All colors, all life forms, especially the birds in Tir were accentuated. What met her gaze made Jazz think she had somehow slipped into a fantasy. It was the only conclusion she could come up with.
Iridescent white wings that were opened wide, made a rush of sound as they gracefully flapped in the sky. Hovering over the girls was an angelic male with white gold hair and sparkling eyes.
He wore a white toga like outfit which was trimmed in gold. He wore Fae sandals that so many of the male Fae seemed to prefer.
Jazz was riveted by his ethereal beauty, he seemed to be laughing and crying all in the same breath as he slowly descended. What the heck was going on? What was he? She sensed more than just Fae…but what?
He reached the ground and drew in his wings to his back until they were nearly hidden. Jazz decided that he had to be some form of Fae angel. He was exquisite.
He stood with his hands clasped together as he focused on Frankie. He was staring at her, laughing and clapping his hands together like a young boy just given the most supreme present he had ever had.
She wondered if he was a little bit tipsy. As he was looking only at Frankie, all Jazz’s protective juices flowed. Both girls jumped to their feet. Jazz stood between Frankie and the angel, so that the newcomer could only address her.
The winged Fae shook his beautiful head of white gold hair, and said in a voice that was heavily and sweetly accented by an ancient Danu dialect. “No, no, you mustn’t fear me.” He held out his hands. “I am here because of Queen Aaibhe. She thought it time I knew that you were safe.” Jazz was in awe as the angel spoke past her, directly to Frankie.
“I am Deimne, the Daoine Sluagh, and Aaibhe said that she believes now is the time for us to meet—as she, like our Daoine Queen Mab is most wise.” His smile was wide and Jazz saw the joy in his eyes as he said, “Indeed, I once thought I was the last of my kind, but no more.”
Jazz was struck silent by this information. She tried to say something, but nothing entered her head or passed through her lips.
She was stuck on the fact that he was a Fae with wings.
She had never heard of a Fae with wings. Not in all the Fios tales of the ‘old days’, had a Fae with wings been mentioned. He had said he thought he was the last of his kind. Did that mean there were no other Fae with wings? She had always thought only the Pixies had wings. This was extraordinary, but why shouldn’t he have wings? After all, she was standing in Faery, breathing Faery air, experiencing Faery time, so why not a Fae with wings. Frankie eyed him curiously and then surprised Jazz by moving forward and going right up to stand in front of him.
In spite of Frankie’s warrior leathers, she dropped an old fashioned and very elegant curtsey. Her face was solemn as she said in a quiet voice that sounded
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