Rose

Rose blushed as Sandy stared in awe at her wings. The house groaned against the pressure her wings were putting on the walls, so she she gently folded them back and sat still as they shrunk until they disappeared against her back, knowing they left a little tattoo on her left shoulder blade of a pair of black fairy wings.

"So, Sandy, I can see that you are just itching to ask more questions." She looked up at him before taking a bite of eggs and swallowed before she stated. "Well...go on. I am all ears."

She studied him as he seemed to think for a minute, his finger tapping thoughtfully against his chin as he chewed. Above his head, images of a tree and a moon appeared above his head, then a question mark replaced them as he met her eyes, one eyebrow raised.

"You want to know about Mom and Dad?" she asked. Sandy nodded his head, a big grin on his face, his spiky yellow hair bobbing slightly. He looked so funny, like a toddler who was just asked if they wanted candy. It made her smile.

" Okay then, well...I might as well start at the beginning. I haven't met alot of spirits, though, mostly wood nymphs or stars so I don't understand why you looked so shocked. Mom, or Mother Nature, started off as a healer woman in Babylon around 600 A.D. She would venture into the forest and forage for healing plants and other ingredients that she used to nurse the other villagers back to health. Alot of the plants she used worked best when harvested under a full moon, which is how Dad came to notice her, as back then, it was almost unheard of for people to be out of their homes at night for fear of the wild animals and mythological monsters that the people believed stalked the forest at night. My mother, on the other hand, while her village valued her prowess as a healer, they shunned her for refusing to marry or bear children, and her strange ways. Many called her a witch. So instead of staying in the enclosed village, she lived in a little cottage in a clearing next to a brook a little ways into the forest. One night, after many of Dad watching Mom from the moon, she was in a clearing some ways from the cottage picking moon flowers when Dad appeared behind her. He scared her half to death!" Rose chuckled as she remembered the way her parents had looked so lovingly at each other as they told her this story, herself a toddler sitting on the floor listening intently.

Sandy

Sandy listened while Rose spoke, her far off look intriguing as she wove her tale.

"Anyway, he told her who he was, and they became friends. Every night, Dad would come down and help her harvest, or they would sit in her cottage and talk. Eventually, they fell in love, and had me. One night, while I was still a baby, the villagers got scared and angry, as mom could not save a mother in childbirth. They smashed the door down in the cottage, Mom screamed for Dad but it was Daytime, a he could not hear her. When he came that night, he found me, sitting in my crib, Mom dead on the floor." a tear leaked out from her eye and tracked down her cheek, a look of infinte sadness on her face. Sandy, withou even thinking, reached up and brushed of the tear with his thumb, cupping her face for a second before she looked at him, a small, sad smile on her face.

Rose

"I am alright" Rose sighed, her heart heavy. "it was many years ago, and I only remember what my parents told me. He made her into a spirit, and brought me, half spirit half human, to his home on the moon. We had to leave her there, and let her wake up in her own time. I was five when she finally woke up, and we met her in the clearing. Thats when she became Mother Nature, the first of the Spirits here on Earth. Dad gave me my job when I was ten, and after a few years, a couple mishaps...I mean, Alaska didnt ALWAYS have half the year in darkness." Sandy laughed and Rose smiled at him.

"It's your turn now" she grinned, propping her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her folded hands as she studied him, noting how even his lips were a light pink with a slight yellow tint. "So, tell me about yourself. What do you do? Who are you?