3.1 : Trean b'llacdd

"Come on Glistle, they're catching up to us!"

A blur of tousled blonde ringlets framing a beaming expression of rosy cheeks and sapphire eyes, flew through the field of overgrown dandelions and creeping clover. It was a beautiful, spring afternoon and Jewel wasn't wasting any time in soaking in it's delight. She and Glistle, her dragonfly companion, had been soaring through the fairy village, teasing the ladybugs and playing hide and seek with the crickets (who didn't end up being very good playmates for this particular game). When Jewel would count to 100, the crickets quickly bounded off into hiding places; but, as we all know, they are very fidgety insects. Every time they began to fidget from their hiding places, they would give themselves away due to their inability to keep from chirping! Jewel grew tired of this game and its lack of challenge, so she and Glistle went on to find other playmates.

The inchworms were too busy measuring plots with the worker bees for the new garden being planted outside the fairy ring, and the snails were feeling a bit sluggish. They finally convinced the butterflies to race with them to the edge of the outer realm and back, but they proved to be no contest for this overzealous little fairy and her determined dragonfly friend. Once the butterflies caught a glimpse of their beautifully painted wings and slender frames in the reflection of the spring water as they flew overhead, they could not be tempted to play anymore fairy games, as they were perfectly content to sit lazily by the water's edge, opening and closing their wings, admiring the woven gossamer patterns, for hours on end.

Jewel and Glistle rested atop the largest mushroom in the deserted fairy ring of the outer realm and drank the last of the honeywater they brought with them in their clover pouches.