fire meet gasoline

When Mae flopped down, Danica hovered a moment longer, part of her wanting to sit herself and let the girl alone. It wasn't out of cruelty, but more a lack of knowing the proper procedure here. But in the end she couldn't.

Walking over, she sat down next to the little girl, glancing down. She didn't know if it was right or not, but at this point, why not? It was one of the things her father had done for her, and for a time when she had been small and upset, it had helped. "Do you remember what I said about fairies? That they could play tricks, but also give gifts?" She asked suddenly, looking at the trees overhead. "I'm no expert, but seems to me , it couldn't hurt to ask. Besides that, fairies are exceptionally good listeners." Danica had poured her heart out to the trees on more than one occasion when small, and while she no longer believed in such things, a part of her wished she did.