Private Pixies and Dragons

Autumn was a beautiful time. The leaves turn beautiful colors and mat the ground. Cara found enjoyment in fluttering among the falling leaves as the breeze picks them off the twigs and branches. Autumn was also a good time for Cara for other reasons. She could feel her power getting stronger as winter gets even nearer. However, her garden was also succumbing to the cold. She found a little plot of land within the forest that had a nice clearing for growing a bed of flowers. She didn't know what a lot of them were called by the people on the island, but they were pretty and some of them were really fragrant as well. Perhaps the most enjoyable thing about making the garden, aside from watching the flowers grow and bloom, were watching the bees visit. Cara sat on top of a violet flower, blowing little ice clouds into the air and generally talking to herself. That's when she heard a rustling. And before she knew it, she saw a hungry fox pouncing towards her. She quickly blasted the animal with a face full of ice and retreated under the flowers. The fox tore at her garden trying to find her. She wasn't too worried, she knew that hiding underneath the fragrant ones would make the fox lose her scent. What surprised her was the sudden roar followed by the fox' yelp of utter fear. And then, there was a voice asking if she were alright. "Did you hurt the fox?" she asked, peaking out from between white and red flower petals.

Well good, this person knew the fox wasn't to blame for its actions. He was sensible at least, and she gave a nod of approval. "I'm fine. Predators normally leave before long. My scent would have been masked by the flowers." She hovered a few inches off a flower as her unexpected guest inspected them. "Yes, I've made this spot my garden. Not many people disturb them here. I have collected these flowers from the forest with the help of bees."

"Not in the normal talking way, no. I mean, I do talk to them, but it's not like they understand words. We just establish a connection. I take care of the flowers, the bees get their nectar for honey, and in the process they distribute pollen that will let more flowers grow. In turn, I help protect their hive any way I can." Cara sat on a flower as they talked. "Yes, I live here. I found a hollow tree that a friendly owl used for a nest. I don't think I have noticed you before. There are a lot of creatures and people who pass by here though."

"I have been here for a whole cycle, and nearing completion of another. I mean, almost two years now. But I have been here in the past before." She rubbed her arm. Remembering that special person that she had met the first and last time she was here was heart-breaking, but she had learned to cope, somewhat. "I am unsure how long ago that was, but the city wasn't as large. The buildings were a lot shorter."

Cara was confused at the things he was saying. People here were always an enigma for her, not knowing whether or not they were speaking literally or as a figure of speech. "Well, there will always be forests and those who take care of them. Even if someone would burn it all down, nature will make it bloom again. In time, nature will reclaim the city too, as with most villages, once its inhabitants move away or pass. It's all part of a cycle. Changes come and go, and even if you feel like you are not growing, you are, you just don't notice it because you look too closely and miss the things that happen around you. And if you keep looking at something that changes very slowly, you will not be able to tell that it changed at all."