OOAK Fairies
These are fairies done by my favorite artist, Roxanne. Several of them I have commissioned, others I purchased on e-bay. Sometimes I write stories about her fairies as shown here.
I hope you enjoy my collection. If you wish to purchase one of her fairies to love, please go visit her at The Enchanted Forest.
This lovely little girl is Sarah and she hears beautiful music and whenever she does it sets her feet to dancing. Sometimes she will hum the music she is hearing and the traveling musicians will listen to her humming and start to play along with her. It is hard to tell who enjoys it more, the music makers or little Sarah. No matter, they all have fun!
Tanis
spotted Ali sitting on the floor of a cage, her arms were resting on her up
drawn legs and her head was drooping; he was sure he heard her sniffling.
He drew back quivering with rage and took deep breathes. He couldn't go in
the room in the state he was in, he knew how he felt about Ali, but that
didn't mean that he wanted her to know. He waited until he had his emotions
under control before he flew in the room to land beside her cage.
"Ali?" his voice startled her and she jumped to her feet. "It appears you had some very bad luck. Are you okay?"
Ali's vulnerability showed for a moment before she masked it. She reached out and grabbed the bars and shook them, "I hate Tinkerbell!"
"Blame her if
you want, but the Giants have always been fascinated with the idea of
fairies. At
least she made friends with, ah what was his name? Walt, maybe
it was, anyway she made friends with him so she could come and go as she
pleased. You, on the other hand, are locked in a cage." Tanis rattled the
lock, "It is beyond my strength to open the latch.
Ali stepped back wiping her hands on her tattered dress leaving behind splotches of rust and dirt, a sprinkle of fairy dust drifting to the floor. Her wings drooped disconsolately as she brushed her hair back from her eyes leaving a dirty streak to vie with the tears that glittered on her cheeks.
"Oh Ali, don't cry," Tanis stuck his hand through the bars and took hold of hers. "I'll go get help."
Fairies had
been caught before and they would be again but there was a very special way
that they defended themselves from recognition. At the moment of discovery
they would freeze their bodies into whatever position they were in at the
moment the figured out what had happened. Their natural reflexes would take
over and their skin would turn cool and hard, and their breathing would
still to a point it couldn't be seen. The Giant's called it porcelain and
then would put them on a shelf for display purposes never realizing that
they were a living, breathing creature. What was worse when they were in
placed in a glassed in cabinet and couldn't get out. Those on a shelf would
wait for an opportune
moment to escape and would fly away free. Those in the cabinets would
unfreeze when it was dark and quiet but the best they could do was press
their noses against the glass and dream of freedom.
The greatest problem was that if they stayed frozen too long their joints started to lock into that position and Giant's had this thing about dirt. Sometimes a Giant would pick them up and wipe them with a cloth which was bad enough because it knocked the fairy dust loose and they had to have a coating of fairy dust on their wings to be able to fly. What was worse was when the Giants would get them wet. At times they used warm water and that was bad enough because fairies were prone to drowning. If the water was hot it would leave burns behind, at other times it was like ice and they would get chilled to their bones and shiver for days. Either way it washed all the fairy dust off their wings and if they found a way out into the clean, night air they couldn't fly. That meant they were faced with a long, perilous walk through a strange countryside.
Sometimes they used the worse thing of all. The Giant's called it glass cleaner, but the fairies called it death spray. At best it stripped the color from their skin and damaged their wings beyond healing, at its worst it stole their wits and a fairy hit with a death spray almost never recovered.