"MAMA!" A tiny whirlwind of energy and floppy dark hair hurtled through the door and out into yard, down the little path and out the gate, slowing a bit once the small yard gave out onto the sand. "Mama!" He all but skids to a stop in front of her, hands on his hips and a storm swirling in his dark blue eyes. "Gran LIED! She LIED! She said she's a fairy but she CAN'T be, cause fairies fly and Daddy can't fly and I can't fly and she won't fess up when I said so and you gotta go MAKE HER!"
“Are you sure you can’t fly?” Jolly laughed, picking him up and giving him a small spin before he was resting on her hip. Once upon a time her Gran could indeed fly. And once upon a time both her mother and her father flew but that was a different matter all together. In fact it was what got them here-- this little house on the beach, led to her freedom and allowed them to parent a beautiful little lad that was the spitting image of his father. Her darling sweet Harry, who had grown so much in their time together.
A kiss is pressed to his cheek, fingers drifting through dark hair and she sways a little on her feet. A small dance shared between mother and son that she would keep forever precious in her mind. “I think--” Jolly hummed, “I think you apologize to Gran in the morning. For she is a fairy you see, the kindest and most wonderful of all the fairies. Something cruel happened to her, a very long time ago, and her wings were lost to her. So after breakfast, I want you to pick her a fine bouquet of flowers and give her a big hug and a big kiss and tell her how much you love her.”
A smile and Jolly gave the lad a light poke to the nose, “Because you, my little bean, are made of the most magical things the world has to offer.”
