The Blue Fairy and the Traveler
Its hair! I must have it! I try to get a little closer. I don't think it's seen me yet. I fly around the tree and sneak up behind it.
With one hand on the tree trunk, I try to grab some of that lovely human hair. The hair feels so glossy and smooth in my hands. I try to get a good grip, and fly back as hard as I can. A hand flies up at me! Before it could grab me, I dodge out of its reach.
I flutter in front of the human's face, far enough so that I am still out of its reach. I point at the beautiful hair and fly around and show off my talent. I dance around in the air, doing somersaults and flips and tricks.
The human speaks to me; It speaks my language! "You are the most beautiful fairy I have ever seen, and I greatly enjoyed the show. Here, have some of my hair. I know you'll love it."
And just like that, it cuts off a lock of its hair.
A whole lock! Just for me!
It hands me the lock of hair, and I spin around with joy! "Bless you, traveler!" I sing. Bursting with joy, I flutter off to store my goods in my nest. I sing song blessings for the traveler's journey through the Wayless Wood. I feel a few strands slipping from my grip, but I recover them before they could fall.
Finally there, I enter my home and spread out the fire hair. A strand here, a strand there. I weave the strands into my nest. All of the strands are used now.
My nest feels as though it were near a fire, like the color of the hair. I have never felt a human's love before, but now it radiates throughout my nest. It's the hair, the hair is making my nest cozy. I feel drowsy, and before I know it I'm falling asleep.
I wake up in the morning. I had a wonderful sleep last night. I look around and see the beautiful fire hair woven into my nest. Yes! The human!
I flutter as quickly as I can back to the tree where I met the human. I hope to meet him again and thank him for the hair.
I find the tree, and I see that the branch the human was on is empty. Disappointed, I flutter to the branch to catch my breath and rest a little.
Sunlight catches on something on the branch. I turn to see what it is, and my heart starts pounding faster. Another lock of hair! I fly over to the lock of hair and collect it into my arms.
Tears spring to my eyes. I hold the warm lock of fire hair tight to my breast, weeping with joy.
Bless you, traveler.