“Why does it always have to drag the ground?” the little Faerie sighed, lifting herself higher to gather nectar from the tallest flowers – and crashing straightway into the arms of the most handsome man she’d ever seen!
Disentangling, she turned to flee, bracing for ridicule of that aberration which had caused her so much grief amongst her adoptive family.
“Your Highness!” He flung him himself prostrate, indigo wings flattened against the dirt.
Tearing up, she chided, “There’s no need for sarcasm. You think it’s easy being different?"
"Forgive me. I hadn't realized you were royalty until I saw your tail."