@jabbers-wild-world (Harrow & Gemma)
Being so used to exploring mines and caverns, Gemma wasn’t a big sunshine and outdoors fairy. Mining talents were unusual that way: most fairies in the kingdom might thrive spending the day flying in an open meadow under the bright clear sky, but she and her fellow talent members would feel more comfortable in the dark, and closer to the ground. Perhaps that was why she sat out the game of fairy tag going on in the meadow; perhaps it was because she didn’t enjoy those kind of things anyway...Or maybe it was just because there was no way a mining fairy could really participate in that game in particular—with her small wings, she’d hardly be able to flee or tag anyone, and how could their talent be used unless she threw rocks at the other players?
It didn’t matter, anyway. Mining fairies were used to being left out and they didn’t mind it that way. Gem sat in the shade and watched the game, detached but not wholly disinterested. With a twig she absently excavated an area of dirt beside her, of course finding nothing of interest. Her eyes, bright like gems set in her brown skin, suddenly met those of a scout not far away as he held watch over the game. She looked away, but her glance soon flickered back. Harrow; everyone knew who he was, even if they didn’t know who he was...