Joyberry

These little disagreements were always conducted with the utmost quietness and curtsy. Joyberry and Ritherell had been given an important errand to gather food, for the February full moon feast. The birthday feast was for Flora, the mother of faeries and it would be situated in the The Forest of Love, under the wild lavender trees. Both faeries had different hopes because they had different life choices but knew it would be wrong to argue. 'I would wrap up warm if I were you' said Ritherell looking at Joyberries small brown breasts, 'the air may warm with height, but we shall fly very high, where it is as cold as ice'.
'I am scared Ritherell, scared of the clouds', said Joyberry in a shaky voice. She was a Rowan tree fairy from the Nerthusoptera order, family of Gaia. With long green leafy hair in the summer months and soft brown and gold bark for skin, it was hard for Ritherell to not feel attracted to her. She was very small and thin, yet as strong as an oak and had big black shinny eyes as dark as caves. The soles of her feet and the palms of her hands were as hard as stone, from years of climbing over rocks and up trees and always treading on sharp twigs. Joyberry was very good at mimicking the sounds of insects and knew all of the languages of the trees.
She was earthbound and in love with all plants and creatures, she cared for animals and enjoyed playing with beetles. For the feast she wanted to gather bulbs and evergreen herbs, to grind up and boil into a magical brew, to share with all the faerie folk. She would fly under trees and over streams but had never in her life, flown over the forest and ocean or high in the sky. 'Please don't threat, I will hold your hands and guide you safely, for I have carried many earth dwelling creatures across the sky and over the sea' said Ritherell. She was not curios of the world of clouds and felt that ignorance was bliss
Ritherrell was an air faerie from the Beloptera order, family of flight. He flew by day and night over ocean and land with the migrating birds and would sleep on the wind. His skin changed colour with the sky, this camouflage was to protect him from birds of prey. The best way to recognize Ritherell was to look out for his pale indigo and violet aura, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, depending on his mood. For Floras birthday, Ritherell wanted to fly to at least three different far away lands and gather tropical fruits and spices. But the compromise had been made; they would fly for 200 miles in total and visit a small island off the west coast of Hearthemrose.
There the fairies stood in the middle of the day on the sunny sandy path of the forest. The light chilly breeze through the forest carried the smell of very early spring. It was time to travel and the fairies had each been given a deep magical sac, for everlasting generosity. Joyberry was well prepared; she wore a special robe that was as light as a feather. The material was densely woven, feather yarn for protection against the elements of wind, water and cloud. Joyberry felt scared and took hold of Ritherells hands, lifting slowly off earth. They flew up the sides of the tree trunks, lifting higher and higher in-between the bare branches of the swaying trees.