19 July 2012
Hope this is okay!
I wipe my forehead, drips of sweat trickling down my cheeks. Two days. Only two days of heat, and yet the whole of Pixie town is suffering. Including me. Treacle, my spirit bear, growls softly beside me, whimpering and looking at me with his big brown eyes. I smile, walking over to stroke his head. He settles down underneath the crooked tree and closes his eyes. The shade instantly soothes my burning wings, which have dried out slightly in the heat, leaving them crumpled and misshapen. I tuck my hair behind my pointed ear, out of my face, and slip off my shoes. 100% pure pixie leather, fashioned by some of the best elf shoemakers there are. One of my only possessions. I stand up, alert, as someone comes crashing through the forest. If it's a hunter, it's a pretty bad one, a giant elfish troll could move quieter than that. My muscles tense, and Treacle growls beside me, teeth bared. A moment of silence slips between us, tension rising in the air. "Hear, Hear! Queen's soldiers to come to Pixie town! Hear, Hear!" I relax, and Treacle does the same. It's just another messenger. They come through the forest every so often, telling of the latest events and disasters in this world. I turn away, towards my makeshift tent, violet curls brushing against my hips. Inside, a small firefly flickers gently, trapped underneath a glass teacup. Cruel, I know, but necessary. It's the only way I can get light around here. I tap the teacup gently and the firefly's light dims and eventually stops altogether. Treacle growls softly, coming to lie next to me, his furry body literally radiating heat. I close my eyes and let the beat of my heart take over my thoughts, smothering them until I am deep in a dreamless sleep.
The next words shall be... Teeth, Lily and Keys.
The Opuss Tale Part 3 • Opuss № I