Tinsel was a tiny flutter-by: a fairy that was no bigger than a large moth. She understood John’s request perfectly, and because she liked him she returned three days later with a walnut shell in which he found concealed within its inner pocket a hump of gold dust.
“This is all that I need” he said appreciatively, “I give thee many thanks my friend.”
When Jonathon had completed his project he approached Isabelle saying: “I have made thee a trinket.”
Jon had perfected his metal work in the community, borrowing the Elven tools, learning from them their specialised craft.
She looked at him wonderingly. Although safe from harm whilst living in this spiritual oasis, her time in Robin’s forest had been somewhat lonely. Prior to this life, her former years she reflected again, had been desolate - every minute she felt absent of happiness and without a true companion. Marriage to Robertus had not solved the wanting - it had been a timely relief to be released from that troth.
She drew out from the polished shell a fine chain that glittered in the shifting light from the shimmering trees.
“The Council told me it is a good charm to have upon oneself for protection dear Isabelle - a mirror of gold. Its size is of no import - for its miracle is that when you sleep the Fae around you will take delight in their own image, and protect you by their good nature; whilst the Demons who may approach will see their own faces in its reflection and runaway afearing them.” He laughed at his own thought, for the faces of the demonic are indeed hideous.
The golden mirror he had struck was in the shape of a little heart - a flat piece of gold he had cut and polished. He watched her face for approval yet this dear woman looked worried.
“You do not like it? It was all the gold I had to work with … and silver, I was told, would not perform the task.”
“My boy it is beautiful,” she said quietly, perplexed by its message. “What does it mean?” she asked.
“It means I love you.” he said quietly.
When Jonathon had completed his project he approached Isabelle saying: “I have made thee a trinket.”
Jon had perfected his metal work in the community, borrowing the Elven tools, learning from them their specialised craft.
She looked at him wonderingly. Although safe from harm whilst living in this spiritual oasis, her time in Robin’s forest had been somewhat lonely. Prior to this life, her former years she reflected again, had been desolate - every minute she felt absent of happiness and without a true companion. Marriage to Robertus had not solved the wanting - it had been a timely relief to be released from that troth.
She drew out from the polished shell a fine chain that glittered in the shifting light from the shimmering trees.
“The Council told me it is a good charm to have upon oneself for protection dear Isabelle - a mirror of gold. Its size is of no import - for its miracle is that when you sleep the Fae around you will take delight in their own image, and protect you by their good nature; whilst the Demons who may approach will see their own faces in its reflection and runaway afearing them.” He laughed at his own thought, for the faces of the demonic are indeed hideous.
The golden mirror he had struck was in the shape of a little heart - a flat piece of gold he had cut and polished. He watched her face for approval yet this dear woman looked worried.
“You do not like it? It was all the gold I had to work with … and silver, I was told, would not perform the task.”
“My boy it is beautiful,” she said quietly, perplexed by its message. “What does it mean?” she asked.
“It means I love you.” he said quietly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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