It's Sunday, and I'm back in the Fae. I have one more day until I have to go back to school, and wait a while five days until I can come back here. Today during lunch I'm looking for the ingredients to make the Beads of Air. It should be the easiest to start with, since part of it is from the Fae. But what is a fairy flower? I can't ask people without looking weird. What kind of fairy asks questions all the time?
Of course, there's Oliver.
He was asking a lot about Earth. Maybe if I could find him, I can ask him about the Fae! And then it won't look weird. Plus, I get to see him again. I go to the Fairy Cafe and sure enough, he's there.
"Hi!" I say, sliding my way up to him. He looks at me, surprised. I can tell he's trying to hide an emotion, as his smile seems forced and his eyes are dim. Is he trying to suppress his love for me? How cute!
"Hi again..." he says, trying not to falter over his words.
"Do you want to sit with me again today?" I ask, trying to be friendly.
"Umm... I actually have to sit with some other people today."
"Oh. Ok." I say. No need to sound desperate. Even though I definitely am desperate. We get our food, and Oliver goes straight to a table with three other people at it, two boys and one girl. I make it look like I'm trying to find an empty table and go straight to them. I sit down at an empty chair. The kids at Oliver's table are all like him. They're all dressed like him, so they just all go to that prestigious academy. They're all nerds. All of them would probably know something about that weird science thing Oliver was talking about last time. In that case, all of them will know something about the Fairy Flower.
"Oliver," one boy says, "who's this?"
"This is Zanelle," Oliver says, "she's from Earth."
Immediately, all the other nerds are ecstatic over me.
"You're really from Earth?"
"What do they do there?"
"How does their magic work?"
I explain some things about Earth, how they don't do anything important and there's no magic. There is technology, but no real magic.
"Now I need something from you guys," I say, "What's a Fairy Flower?"
"What?" The girl says. "You don't know what a flower is?"
"Of course I know what a flower is," I say, "but what is a Fairy flower? Isn't it different?"
The nerds look at each other, confused.
"There's some ancient magical thing called a fairy flower, right?" I say, trying to make myself clear.
"Ok," the girl says, "in that sense I've heard of a Fairy Flower. But that's only used in Charming, and that's illegal. So why do you need to know what it is?"
"I'm just wondering!" I say. They can't possibly know what I want to do, they'd tell people. This girl is a lot like Alice, a goody two-shoes who always follows the rules. I don't like her.
"There's a meadow in the south side of the Fae," says one of the boys, "They say that's the meadow Persephone played in before she was taken into the Underworld. Perhaps your special flower is there?"
Seems like a good idea. I finish my lunch and head to the Meadow.