I realize it has been a long time. But you faithful fans are in for a treat, because this story is going to be really good when I get it going. This chapter includes some set-up and a little surprise you probably weren't expecting. Enjoy! ~Scarlet
Fawn stared at herself in the mirror, turning to the side and taking in a deep breath so she could suck in her gut as much as possible. She exhaled after a few brief seconds, a lump of depression sitting in her empty belly.
For some reason, there was a little nagging voice inside her.
"You're no Vidia, Fawn!"
"But what does that mean?" She said aloud. She studied herself carefully, kicking off her shoes and pulling off her tights.
"Well, where should we start?" The voice said. It had an evil sound to it, and Fawn didn't much want to listen. But it continued against her will.
"For one," it started, "your legs are rather chubby."
She turned them this way and that, frowning at her thighs.
"And two," it continued, "your hair is full of knots and you hardly ever wash it right."
Fawn undid her long braid and shook out her head, letting her long brown locks fall wherever they pleased. It was frizzy and all over the place and she couldn't really remember the last time she'd washed it well with soap. She bit her lip as the conniving little voice in her head went on.
"Last but not least, your clothes are not like the pretty girl's clothes. They are dirty and rough."
Her heart sank a great deal and she didn't feel like looking in the mirror at herself anymore. She glanced up quickly and looked into her eyes, only to hear the voice add quickly,
"And you smell like a barn!"
Fawn took a quick whiff of her underarm and grimaced. She did smell like animals. But she was an animal talent! Of course she didn't smell like newly bloomed daisies or brand new dew drops on freshly cut grass blades.
She took a deep breath, turning away from the mirror and grabbing a towel.
"Well I'll become a 'Vidia'. In fact, I'll become better than any lousy Vidia! I'll be Fawn—but not just any Fawn. A brand new, beautiful, thin girl Fawn!"
She flew off, her face fixed in complete determination.
Rosetta was, to simply put it, completely in love. Nothing else could describe her feelings. It wasn't just a silly crush. She was a mature, young woman, and she was in love.
She was older than the other girls, both in years and in maturity. Sure, she wasn't that much older, but she was a few years ahead of the girls, and she was probably prettier than them too. She knew it, too, so sometimes she could show off a bit. But Rosetta saw nothing wrong with being a little high on her horse; she was given her amazing looks, her brains, and feminine charm for a reason. Why not flaunt it a bit?
At this particular moment, Rosetta's cheeks were as red as the roses she was so used to working with. She giggled girlishly.
"Ooh my! You're lips are too sweet, sugar."
She giggled again, a high-pitched kind of squeal that drove her date wild in a good way.
"Well my dear," Clement replied, playing with a few of her curls, "you are completely irresistible…"
The Minister of Autumn stroked her cheek with his long, slender fingers. Rosetta was positively head-over-heels for him, and felt like melted honey in his hands. He gave her a long, deep kiss on her plump red lips and another small giggled escaped her as he pulled away.
"But I have to go now, my lovely Rosetta." Her face fell a bit as he said it. "I know, I know. I don't want to leave this either…"
He slid his hands down, resting them on her hips. They started kissing up a storm again, riling each other up.
"Do you think anyone is suspicious?" Rosetta asked, breaking away from Clement's eager mouth.
"No. No one knows, don't worry about it."
They could hear someone approaching the small cranny where they'd hidden themselves away. It was their regular place to meet; a tiny notch in the base of the biggest tree. Rosetta sighed.
"I guess we have to go now, flower."
Clement nodded in response.
"We'll meet again soon, my dear," he kissed her hand and quickly disappeared, leaving Rosetta by herself. She sank down and sat on the moss, smiling dreamily up at the branches above her head. Her little secret was all hers. That's what the Minister had been telling her. It was their little secret, and no one else had to know.
Terrence was fond of writing love notes. It seemed rather silly, he realized. If any of his guy friends found out, they'd tease him to no end. But he couldn't help it; the smiles he brought to Tinkerbell's face just by writing things like, "You're my second star to the right" or "My wings beat faster whenever I think of you" was most definitely worth it. He loved her smile.
Terence was also quite convinced that he would do absolutely anything for his little tinker. He would fly around the entire world for her, if he had to. She was everything to him, and he wondered if he could ever love any fairy girl more than he loved Tink.
And that's why he was thinking about proposing to her.
Of course, he was young. He knew that. And of course, she was young. He knew that. But if he didn't act soon, someone else could snatch her up! Or she could get distracted and fly off to who-knows-where. He often had these strange dreams where Tink would just fly away and never come back to the Hollow. Terence knew that Tinkerbell was a free spirit. She was so full of this something that made her never give up on what she wanted. He could tell that if some fantastic journey was calling to her, she would go, no matter what. So he felt that if he didn't tell her how he felt soon, she might just disappear one day, and leave him behind.
The only real problem was that Tinkerbell hated being tied down, and Terence was more nervous than anything that she would reject him. Even if he waited and gave it time, and even if he was one hundred percent sure that she loved him as much as he loved her, she could still break his heart and not want to get married. After all, once you're attached to someone like that, you are attached forever. Fairy marriages were extremely rare; and marriages of fairies with different talents were even rarer.
Terence sighed, turning over in his bed where he was resting in the afternoon. The thoughts were running through his mind, as always, and he was sure that Tinkerbell was reading his latest love note to her around that time. She would probably read it, then re-read it, then re-re-read it. He smiled. Thinking about her always made her smile.
What could he do? He wondered. He had never talked to anyone about his feelings. He figured anyone he tried to tell would just laugh in his face. But he was considering now telling the Queen. After all, she would be the one to marry them, wouldn't she?
It just made him feel sillier, though. Maybe he was making things too complicated. He loved Tinkerbell, and he could show her that without proposing and making himself look like an idiot, couldn't he?
Terence sighed again, thinking out loud.
"It's better to just forget about it," he said. He picked up the tiny ring and shoved it into his bedside table's drawer, and preparing himself to forget about its existence entirely.
Like I said, I'll have more updates soon. Hope you liked this- Tell me what you think in the reviews section: I love hearing ideas and what you think is going to happen next! Thank you! ~Scarlet