Would it be possible to meet Garnet?
Ask related to this question: I’m in a funny mood… if you could become one of the small people and wander into fairy territory without issue, which fairy would you visit? And if we’re having really fun here, say that said fairy isn’t mated and is open to be friends/lovers, then who would you go for?
Garnet! Oh my god! I haven’t though about him in… what… a year? Damn! Garnet! My troubled beloved!
There are many who warn about going into the depths of the Great Forest alone. Stay near its edge where the Big Folk live, and you will remain safe, but travel further inside without any sort of knowledge and protection, then truly, whatever happens to you is none but your own responsibility.
It isn’t that Ink and his fairies are particularly cruel, but they are the ones who most often encounter the Big Folk, and so they have learned to be tricky. They face danger more than any of the other season fairies, and they are the ones who most often are trapped or end up losing a member of their family.
A fairy of spring who has lost their mate and faerlings to the cruelty of hunters of the Big Folk…That is...
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You should consider yourself lucky that, in this scenario, you are amongst the little people. Because were you one of the Folk, then surely, a most painful death would have found you by now.
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Garnet grinned, sharpened fangs glinting in the low light of evening as he fluttered around the glass bauble currently keeping you trapped. It’d snapped shut the moment you’d fallen into it, and, with what little weight you added, it’d been flung upwards from a hidden contraption before a bell began to chime with every movement you’d made. You’d struggled and screamed and done all you could, but strength had soon left you, and so you’d succumbed to exhaustion. The bell had gone silent with the lack of movement, and you hoped, you prayed to the island itself, that no hunter would come skulking through the trees to retrieve their price.
If they did, then you hoped they’d let you go. You were no fairy after all, not as heavily priced and important; nothing at all like the spring fairy currently circling you with an amused grin on his face. At least one of you seemed to find this predicament you’d ended up in immensely funny.
“How could you fall for such an obvious trap, silly?” the fairy asked, his voice smooth but holding an edge you didn’t like. He stopped and hovered in the air, blocking the view of the tree you’d been staring at in annoyance. He tipped his head and tapped the glass bauble with two fingers. You stared at them; golden. Prosthetics? They looked dangerous; sharp.
“I walk on the forest floor,” you say, voice muffled from within the trap. “I don’t see as well as you fairies.” You sighed, still tired from the fight you’d put up earlier. “Are you going to help me, or am I just a temporary amusement to you?”
Garnet chuckled, and for a moment you believed he would leave you to an unknown fate, but before you knew it those same golden prosthetics sliced through the rope knitted around the bauble, and you screamed as it fell onto the grass below with a soft thump. The impact hurt, and you cursed before fresh air rushed in. A strong scent of roses filled your nose before a hand gripped the back of your clothes and hauled you outside. You screamed, having been tossed up into the air, but a pair of arms soon took you and laughter filled your ears.
Quickly, you held around his shoulders before sending him a heated glare.
“Sorry, little leaf, didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said, though you could almost taste the lie as he continued to grin. Those sharp fangs unnerved you, but the fairy didn’t do any more damage. Instead, he leaned in closer, studying your face. “Have you ever flown through the forest before? I promise you, dodging the trees at high speed is very fun.”
Instantly your breath quickened. “No, I haven’t, and I don’t think—” You cut yourself off by screaming again as Garnet spun in the air before taking quick flight. You heard him introduce himself in a cheery voice, and all you could see was that mirthful, slightly cruel grin on his face. He didn’t seem to look where he was flying, but no matter what, he dodged every tree just before potential impact, and his grip around your body never ceased, but remained firm and gentle.