She awakes and realizes she is alone
The stones grey from age but unfamiliar
She tries to enter the only place that looks like it may welcome her.
There,humbled,she waits. Waits for a sign, a light, a moment to remember something…anything.
Journey,another journey, out into the unknown to find her lost knowing.
The water calls to her and she feels her magic return, her skin sheds golden flecks and her eyes widen from her awakening.
She is home, she has found home. Running back to the source, her source, her mother nature is calling.
Cautiously she returns.
Proudly she calls out and reclaims her rightful place.
….I told you I was a fairy
You know why.
…for the art of it.