Faerie Bear

Eve had not been expecting a real bear, when Puck had said that he needed help housing Granoldi - she had thought it was an affectionate term for possibly an old man, or a description of a human that merely looked like a bear. However, she found Granoldi to be adorable and fell in love with him at once, surprised with the ease she felt around him.

Transporting the massive creature in the wheel chair was not the easiest of tasks, but with a little manoeuvring through the corridors and into the lift, they managed finally to get Granoldi tipped onto the spare bed in her apartment. There he kept on sleeping, amongst the tennis rackets and boxes of collected artefacts from former moves.

“How long until he wakes?” she asked, daring to touch gently the cream curls on his head, mesmerised by the length of his ivory fur.

“Oh I would give it a month or so”, said Puck, who then added - “I will be back before then to collect him.”

Eve being psychic felt rarely surprised at anything, unlike her human counterparts. Most people cannot sense seeing ahead (or speak to the dead, for that matter), and when it comes to the extraordinary, they may comprehend unconsciously, but not necessarily clairvoyantly, which is quite another thing. Eve was fortunate that her mind could establish its set point in overall wonder, without it ever being displaced, and so this whole scenario really was to her, a bit of fun - without the worry that would overcome most.

“What about …”she began to ask.

“No, no toilet or food - he will be perfectly fine the way he is.”

“Is that possible? I mean, no food?”

“Granoldi is a Fay bear … as he sleeps, he will be eating back in his Etheric realm, and that will keep his body sustained. He returns to his home there subtly on a regular basis. After I leave, I shall go and see him, and have a few words to him about you and where he is now. In truth, we lost touch these last few years and I would like to know how he ended up enslaved in the derelict circus I found him in. We will, of course, have to find some more suitable accomodation when he wakes. And no, he is not in any way vicious, but docile. He enjoys a cup of tea with his toast.”

Eve gently drew a blanket over his big shoulders. She seemed pleased to have the company - and somehow, extraordinarily, this Faerie Bear seemed very familiar.

“Have I known him before? I mean … in the past, is that possible?”

“Yes Dear, you have, and this is precisely why I have brought him to you now.”

Flutterings of a vision rose within her mind …

“Thank you” she said softly, smiling appreciatively, as she knew this to be true. 

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series