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Written for a gentle friend.
The wind whipped the tree
tops with an undying fury but under the canopy of leaves the forest was softly sighing.
Along the brown dry path a set of boots appeared walking toward her. Being the small and
all but invisible being she was it would be easy to miss seeing her setting on the lowest
branch of the smallest tree growing by the path. So quiet was she that even the deer had
walked by without seeing her and she had startled a bird who tried to roost there earlier.
But the boots stopped right beside her tree and seemed to be waiting for something.
Suddenly, a hand appeared behind her and before she could take flight it had snatched her
off the branch and into a very large pocket, gently depositing her there. The inside of
the pocket was soft and warm like the softest moss she had ever known. You know the kind,
the one that feels like velvet to the touch. So off they went, her in the pocket and the
boots walking the path.
After what seemed no time, because she had slept in the warmth longer than she realized,
the hand again scooped her out of the pocket and set her on a rough hewn table. She
openned her eyes and blinked as the light hit them. It was the candle standing very near
her and as her eyes adjusted to it's brightness she saw the human that had captured her.
He was a big man but his face was kind and gentle as he gazed at his prize. Her instant
trust of this gentle giant was apparent as she walked over to the table edge and placing
her tiny fists on each hip she demanded to know why he had brought her here! What gave him
the right to just snatch her off her perch and dump her on this table? Couldn't he see
that she was safe and comfortable where she was? Tapping her foot, she waited for his
answer.
What he said to her made her blink her eyes in astonishment. I have been lead to you by a
fate of which I have no control over and which I do not want or need at this time. I have
places to go and people to meet and tales to tell for the enjoyment of others, he told
her.
My wish was only to bring you here and find out what you want with me. You are but a wee
thing and of no use to me at all. You can't be sold into a harem nor can I sell you as a
slave. I may be able to get a few pence for you in some tavern as entertainment for the
innkeeper. Slowly, she removed her hands from her hips and folded them around her waist
and bowed her head in silent rejection.
Aburptly, she raised her head and, again, in a demanding voice wanted to know, why, if
fate lead him to her he thought that fate wanted him to sell her? And the human had no
ideas on that either! As he sat and pondered this question he decided that the fates meant
her to be with him and so once again he scooped her up and holding her near his face he
placed a kiss on the top of her head causing her to scream in fear of being eaten! Then,
he again tucked her into his pocket and went on his way.
The next time she saw light was when he removed her from his pocket in a very nice
appointed room. Here is your new home, he declared. and he sat her down by a wonderful
small house that had rooms like the large one they were in now. She wandered from room to
room in her small home, loving each room as she explored it. Thus began the life of the
gentle one and his fairy. For fate gives each being a path to travel and when two paths
converge and meet, the wind may be blowing all around but the meeting is always a
surprise.
The giant kept his fairy, who was called Jadin because she was a green fairy, a spinner of
tales, a weaver of wonderful stories in need of a teller. In his travels when he told her
tales, Jadin sat on his shoulder and whispered them into his ear and he amazed and amused
his audience time and again. He never told the fairy of his love for her nor did she tell
him that she loved him too. But the emotions that passed between them on silver strands of
energy told each of them that love was the bond and that respect was the foundation of
their lives together.
So, if your ever in a tavern and happen upon a gentle giant spinning tales of wonder, look
on his left shoulder and see if that green fairy is there whispering!
Luigi DeMuse
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04/08/2001 04:32 PM
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copyright Susan Allen 03/30/2000
