Hushed Willows silver sparkles just as brightly as gold

@Fionn

 

the sparkling fairy moved through the weeping willows with the grace of a ballerina but she would never know how graceful she was. her mind was in the clouds, on thoughts of things that did not truly exist and on things that did. in her lips was the herbs she had gathered from her small outing, little seeds to help start her garden rolled in the pelt stripes she had cleaned in a stream and dried out in the sun a week before. 

she wondered about a boy, one she had always found herself drawn to. a boy that she had made sure to plant poppy seeds for in her garden. should she see if the red blossoms she found within their territory were still there, should she bring him any more?