Pixie dust
I watched, amazed, at how light and wondrous the night fairies were. They fluttered through the meadow, into the bushels of pansies, or they would simply just hover above my head; some of them sat on my spiky blonde hair. As I stretched out one of my tanned arms, one pale creäture daintily landed on the center of my palm. His frame looked quite delicate, the pale skin that covered the fairy held a sultry glow, and his midnight black hair supported a golden wreath of honeysuckles.
Timidly, he twirled a strand of his dark hair between his fingers and spoke with his bell-like voice. The pixie's timbre was a ringing wind-chime; as he continued speaking, the melodic voice carried through the grass. I noticed that in his eyes, a sparkling innocence erupted from its depths. Of course, I didn't understand a thing that he was saying, due to the fact that most humans couldn't comprehend the language spoken by fairies.
Just as I looked up to inspect the other flying entities, I realized that every single fairy in the meadow had crowded near my presence. Their curious faces looked down upon me. Suddenly, they swarmed at me. Through my hair, into my clothes – they were everywhere.
I remained in my state of calm. Just as suddenly as it occurred, the fairies immediately stopped their buzzing. As I began to think about all the possibilities about why they stopped, I saw that all the fairies were cowering under the glare of the ravened hair pixie in my hand. He had his tiny onyx coal eyes narrowed into slits, his clenched fists shook with rage, even the honeysuckles trembled and emitted an eerie red.
The tiny tyrant looked ready to kill, but when I shifted a bit, he quickly fluttered his gaudy wings and hovered above my head. He gave me an apologetic look and shook his body. Above me, every single fairy mimicked him and they all sprinkled their pixie dust on me. I closed my azure blue eyes while they did this; I tried to savor the light feathering of their sparkling dust.
Just as I opened my eyes, they were all gone. The only sign of their presence was the shimmering fairy dust in the meadow.