At the bottom of the garden under a beautiful tree sits a fairly.

She looks like porcelain with whispy brown wings, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face.

On her lap is a book of spells open, but she’s not looking at them, she’s lost in thought.

A thin silver chain is attached to the rock she sits on, the other side attached to a clasp around her wrist, she also holds a crystal ball in that hand, maybe she is watching for someone.

I wonder as I watch her, is she a prisoner, but then she has the spell’s and Wings to break the chain.

Or maybe the chain helps her feel grounded and safe, maybe she’s waiting for the person who left her there to claim her knowing she can leave if it’s unsafe.