I went outside one night and looked up at the moon (my most beloved thing :D) and it had a rosy pink hue. I just knew KNEW that the fairies would have an entire celebration around it.
Marianne paced her rooms nervously, wringing her nimble fairy fingers, her wings twitching with anxiety.
"Settle down, Marianne," Dawn muttered weaving little flowers together into a crown.
"Settle down? How do you propose I do that? It's one of the biggest celebrations in the Fairy Kingdom and only happens once a year! I don't know about you but considering the implications of this it seems like the perfect thing to get worked up about."
Dawn rolled her eyes and continued on her crown. "Why is it bothering you so much?"
"Gee I don't know, your boyfriend knows our customs so you don't have anything to worry about! What if goblins don't celebrate the Rose Moon or it's something completely different to them?!" Marianne yelled, tossing her hands in the air in exasperation before falling back onto her rose bed. "I can't spring it on him like that…"
"I swear you worry about the strangest things," the youngest princess said smiling and placing one of the little crowns on one of the sprite's, who crooned a thank you.
Marianne snorted from under her arm. "Everything may be sunshine and rainbows for you and Sunny, but Bog and I have about a zillion differences to overcome. Don't know if you've noticed but we aren't exactly a traditional couple."
"Right because a fairy princess being courted by an elf is sooo much better," Dawn chuckled.
"But at least elves and fairies have courted!" Marianne said, sitting up, exhasperated.
Dawn shrugged at this and continued weaving flower crowns for the sprites.
"Ugh," Marianne groaned, flopping back on the bed. "It's just… after last year's Rose Moon disaster I'm a little nervous to make such a big deal out of it again on top of the whole 'tradition' thing."
"Well, you better get un-nervous fast," Dawn said peering out the window.
"What? Why?" Marianne asked dashing to the window. There came the goblin procession plain as day. "Dawn-" Marianne started.
"Hey! I didn't do anything! It must have been Dad!"
"Why would Dad-?" the elder sister started. Then the obvious answer hit her.
"Ohhhh, somebody told Griselda…" Marianne muttered. "I swear that goblin is trying to kill us."
"No," Dawn said, "just get you two married." The younger fairy giggled as she flitted out of reach of her sister's playful swing.
"Oh get outta here, you trouble maker! I bet you are the one who told her, aren't you? Betrayed by my own sister!" Dawn laughed at her sister's mock rant and flew quickly from her room.
"Best get pretty quick, sis. Your suitor is on his way," Dawn sing-songed down the hall to her own room.
Marianne rolled her eyes again before looking at the dress she had to wear to the celebration. It was not in her nature to wear dresses anymore, but ceremony dictated that the female fairies must wear ceremonial garb. Dammit.
Marianne sighed, letting her handmaidens dress her accordingly; even going so far as to let them weave a few flowers into her hair.
Once ready, Marianne took a deep breath to steady herself. She glanced out the window as the last rose colored rays drifted below the horizon, the soft pink moon already climbing in the sky.
Well she thought It's now or never. And with that she emerged from her room to meet her sister and join the pre-ceremonial festivities, praying above all that this year wouldn't be like the last.
So what happened in that previous year? R&R to find out! :D