Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because 
the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. -- r. dahl
::part two::
s the faeries were finishing the last touches to their work, they all could feel it in the air. It was about to happen.
The time had arrived.
This would be the night.
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As twilight approached the winds calmed & snow began to fall lightly to the ground. The garden was softly put to sleep under a blanket of white and the night air became silent. The masqued creatures gathered their tools & filed out of the garden leaving only footprints behind. Once out of sight, they looked back to watch as the studio door cracked open. And the reason why was clear ...
From every nook of the surrounding gardens, the youngest faeries ... the chosen ones appeared. One behind the other through the trees & across the snow, towards the door they came ... Gathering in front at the step, awaiting to be invited inside.
The excitement could be felt in the heavens. For every year, the youngest of the fae waited for the first frost ... to hear if they were to be chosen a Point of Light. One morning they might wake to a crystlized wonderland outside ... And to find a glittering invitation tied at the doorknob. And if it were there ... well, every faeire grows up knowing what this meant. Every faerie child, in every forest, in every garden, wishes on stars that this will be the year they receive their invitation. That this will be the year they are chosen ... to be a Guide.
Through the studio's door they were welcomed. The smell of warm gingercookies seemed to waft through the garden as each waited their turn to enter.
Once inside the studio the small fae giggled & squirmed & wiggled with excitement as the elder faeries dressed them in golden jackets, wrapped scarves of silver about their necks & placed their tiny hands into shimmery mittens. Then at long last, they tucked each child into carefully folded gossamer wings & opened the window sashes.
The tiny faeries in straight lines made their way out along the rooftops & sat along the edges, feet dangling the overhang waiting for the signal. The humans inside the houses heard only a whisper of a breeze at their eaves and thought nothing of it. Thinking only that the weather was again changing to crystal that night as it always did suddenly at this time each year. Finally the last of the little ones had left the studio by window into the dusky sky and for miles you could see rows of glimmering silver & gossamer, like little lights twinkling at the edges of each of the houses. An occasional tiny flicker could be seen at the top of a tree where a senior faerie sat alone. Waiting. Waiting to give the signal on sight.
And the signal came.
The sky turned dark midnight blue & the tops of the trees lit up as if a star had landed there ... And every little faerie for miles raised unfolded wings high & began to glow as if each were made of glass glitter that was caught in moonlight. By the safety of darkness, these strings of gossamer light would guide the visitors to the studio.
As the hour arrived ... They watched for what they knew the elders had given the signal for ...
The ship with dreams & wishes was heading towards them.
And the little ones knew what precious cargo it carried.
With each thought of this their wings would for a moment brighten with an ethereal shimmer ... and all along the houses with the rows of tiny faeries lighting the way, appeared to most [who were merely human] ... just strings of Christmas lights.
And then in the distance
the little guides of light ... saw what they waited for.
.:: ... To be continued ... ::.
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