So there’s this lovely woman on twitter. Her name is Anna Meade. She dresses like Hermione Granger for Halloween and she’s a Dark Fairy Queen. She’s also getting married, sings, and is totally adorable.
Being a writerly type, it only makes sense that she has a writerly type bridal shower online with other freaky people.
Because I heart her tons, here’s my entry!
Moss flitted between the three tables of fairies making wedding favors. Everything had to be perfect, not just because she was coordinating the wedding of the year, but because the Dark Fairy Queen was the one getting married! If ever there was a time for perfection, this was it.
“Excuse me. Are you or are you not supposed to be making sugar swans?” Moss tapped her dainty foot and glared about her. “These look more like ducks! DO IT AGAIN!”
Checking her list, she drifted past the other tables. Snowdrop and bluebell centerpieces were coming along nicely, as were little balls of nectar shaped into small suns.
“Um, Moss? I’m not quite sure… That is – I think there’s a problem.” Cowslip cringed and held out a note.
Snatching the leaf from her assistant, she read the note. With each word her face fell further and a dark cloud started to gather above her head. Moss’s delicate green-brown wings beat furiously.
“What do they MEAN no unicorns?!? There have to be unicorns! The whole opening ceremony depends on them!”
All the work stopped as her wail of despair carried through the meadow.
“It’s all ruined. We may as well call it all off right now!” Moss threw herself onto a tree stump and burst into tears.
Cowslip looked at her fellows for help, but none would meet her eyes. They bent industriously to their tasks, leaving the pale blue fairy to smooth everything over. Sighing and vowing to remember their cowardice, Cowslip settled gingerly next to Moss on the stump.
“You’re the best there is, Moss. This wedding will be splendid, with or without unicorns. All because of you.”
A small sniffle greeted her words.
Encouraged, Cowslip reached out and smoothed Moss’s tousled curls. “In fact, I just know that you’ll come up with something far better than some smelly unicorns. They’re probably not even house broken. Imagine if the Queen ruined a slipper in a pile of unicorn mess!”
A choking laugh escaped the pile of miserable fairy next to her.
Moss sat up and threw her arms around her friend. “I’ve been a little crazed, haven’t I?”
“Oh… not so very much.”
“Liar.” A radiant grin transformed Moss’s face. “You’re the best friend a fairy could have. I don’t know what I’d do without you!”
“Get buried by a distressed unicorn, no doubt.”
“Quite right! So we need something just as whimsical with much smaller droppings. What can we get in a hurry?”
“Size of droppings should always be a consideration in our planning from now on.” Cowslip’s face was perfectly straight. Not even the hint of a smile, although her eyes twinkled like stars.
Moss nodded. “Oh absolutely. I can’t believe that we didn’t think of it earlier.” She’d missed the joke entirely.
“I KNOW! We’ll use wombats! They’re soft and fuzzy and we’ll be able to corral them to minimize the chance of stepping in anything!”
“Yes, I’m sure that will be so much better.”
The crisis had been averted. For now. There were still four more days until the wedding and so much more could happen. Cowslip made a mental note to stock up her mother’s headache remedy. It was going to be a long week!