Redhawk Caldera It's a good day in the sun

The way Maia mothered her stirred something inside Shenanigans. She squeezed her eyes closed and saw a face swim into focus in her mind’s eye. It was darker than Maia’s, though just as feminine and sweet. This woman’s eyes were green. Her voice was different too, soft in the little girl’s memories.

She opened her own eyes, now shining. There was a very brief wobble to her lip. But the image receded and Shenanigans focused on Maia’s words. Stories were meant as a pleasant distraction in many circumstances, an escape from reality, and and that’s just the effect Maia’s tale about fairy pranks had on Shenanigans.

Blinking the wetness out of her eyes, she smiled a bit tremulously as she said, I wish I had wings. That reminded her of something and she added, scuffed face brightening, Chicky-D an’ me sawed a weirt birby the other day, do y’think it was a fairy? It made a funny noise, like this!

Shenanigans forgot all about her busted chin as she did her best impression of a cicada. She had to laugh at herself, because it was a pretty poor imitation. But maybe Maia would recognize it anyway? It would make sense if it had been a fairy trying to play a prank on the girls!