Right so this is on my dash again, and I’ve been struck by sudden inspiration. This is the result 🤷
Someone else in the notes named the girl Mariah, so Mariah she is. Enjoy?
Within nine months, their child was born.
Mariah smiled as she gazed on the babe’s sweet face, her mischievous smile and glinting eyes which shone as though she was keeping some secret from you and was waiting for you to realise it. She had all the beauty and playfulness of a fae child, but had inherited Mariah’s light eyes and dark hair. She was utterly perfect.
Mariah was loath to leave her child in such early and precious stage of her life. Her mother would surely understand and could wait, and so she decided to stay for a while. She nursed her, sang her songs, watched her grow and learn day by day. Her father would teach her the language of her native fae folk, their customs and songs and tales, and as such, Mariah learnt them too.
A month passed, followed by six months, then twelve…until years upon years upon decades had flown by, and Mariah no longer had any record of time as the mortal world measured it. Her days were filled with singing and laughter, and watching her daughter grow. She ate the food and drank the wine of the fair folk, and as such, she never grew older…and over that time, her memories grew dim and disappeared.
She forgot about how she came to be in the fairy realm, the pain and promise that had led her there. She forgot about the mother whom she had saved through the boldly struck deal in the woods. She forgot everything, save the one remnant of her old life that she had never let go of - her own name.
She wedded the fae prince, whom she loved almost as much as her daughter. She grew taller, her eyes grew brighter and her skin shone with an otherworldly glow, and she learned the ways of the fair folk in dealmaking, granting boons and trapping the mortals with cleverly woven words.
One chill autumn morning, an old woman leaning heavily on a cane wandered into the woods.
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