Tribba stood and raised her arms over her head. Ignoring the high grass tickling her nose, she spun in a joyful circle as the butterflies flew in and landed on her. She laughed in delight, feeling like a child again in a well-tended field as butterflies every color of the rainbow flocked around her. She had danced then, too, knowing they were a gift from the fairies who watched over her despite being taken in by a Dwarven couple. Her new parents looked on as she laughed before turning to greet the visitor slowly making his way up the path to their simple, square house. Her childhood became happy once more, though she never forgot the fairies that saved her, nor the daily dance with the butterflies she enjoyed until she came of age. She laughed heartier when she noticed fairies had come out of hiding and joined her. It took her a moment to realize they did not have the bejeweled colors she was accustomed to, but rather their wings were colored like the butterflies she had just been dancing with. She stopped spinning and gasped.
“I thought butterfly fairies were only legend!” she said to the small red and black one hovering in front of her.
“We are!” the little fairy returned. She came closer and kissed Tribba on the cheek. Tribba closed her eyes and let the rush of a thousand feathers tickle her nerves from her cheek all the way to her toes. A giggle burst from her throat. She tried to catch it, but it floated on the wind and pinged off each fairy. A great tittering filled the air and Tribba blushed.
Another fairy flew in and caressed Tribba’s rosy cheek. “We like you. We will help you,” she said. She flittered over Tribba’s fingers. “Do you have a garden?”
“Yes, I do,” Tribba answered.
“Do you have blue bonnets and purple irises in your garden?” She asked.
Another voice piped in behind her. “And lilacs and roses, too?”
Tribba laughed. “I do. I have lots of flowers!”
The three fairies joined hands. “Take us there!” They said in unison. “Take us there!”
“I would love to!” Tribba agreed and headed towards the woods with the fairies following behind her. A scowl soon marred her complexion and she stopped just short of the treeline. “Is it safe for you to come to my garden?”
Tinkling filled the air. They tucked their legs in and buried their chins to their chests and flit around Tribba. “What do you see, dear Tribba?” They asked.
“I see butterflies,” she answered with delight.
“No one can see us but you. We are safe and will continue to be safe as long as you need us. Hurry up all ready! We want to see your garden!”
A wide smile replaced the scowl on Tribba’s face. She nodded and continued making her way out of the woods. As she passed through her back gate, the fairies gasped as one.
“Here?” They sang.
“Yes,” Tribba said.
“It’s wonderful,” they said with awe in their voices. They fluttered away and danced with the flowers looking like nothing more than regular butterflies as they went. Larss opened the back door and sighed in relief when he saw Tribba standing there.
“Tribba, darling, I am so glad to see you. I was beginning to get worried!” he said. Edgar appeared behind him, worry written in the lines on his forehead.
“Oh, frosh, Larss! Why did you not tell him? Look how the worry ages him!” Tribba moved to Edgar’s side and began fretting over him. Edgar pulled her hands away and clicked his tongue.
“Tribba, stop! Larss did tell me. It is not his fault that I worry. My, you are such the mother hen!” Edgar ended with a chuckle as Tribba smacked his hands away from hers.
“And you, sir, should be in bed! You have a game to play tomorrow!” She leaned over for a kiss from Larss as she pushed Edgar into the house. The stew she had started earlier filled the house with the warm smells of coriander and sage. Her stomach growled in appreciation.
“Come,” she called to the men, “Let us eat. Tomorrow will be here with a swiftness!”
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