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|__\\ Pixie Dust /__|
|__/ by Zia Talnara \\__|
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A play about the usefulness of pixie dust.

CAST:
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Mother Moonhart - Narrator.
Periwinkle Tretali, Pure Chime - A sweet faeling.
Adherant of the Maiden, Ymor Niran - A young moondancer.

The Fae:

A playful pixie
A delicate nymph
A grinning brownie
A squinting leprechaun
A glittering sprite

DIRECTING NOTES:
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- The set has been kept the same in this script for simplicity. The director
may choose to vary the set for scenes 2 and 4. The same set should be used for
Scene 1 and Scene 3.
- The Mother Moonhart Tree may be performed via illusions, or the role played
by the same actor as one of the fae.

- SCENE 1 -
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{Wilde1: Though the trees part to leave a clearing within the forest, the
canopy overhead is still thick, and the light falls in dappled streaks across
the ground. A narrow trail meanders in either direction and a small rise lies
under the only gap in the leaves above, making it the perfect place to
stargaze.}

[A stray breeze sweeps through the forest, and the leaves on the trees rustle.]

[The rising sun bathes the forest in rosy light.]

[Out of the sounds of the waking forest, a whispering voice rises. Ageless and
ancient at once, its calm, maternal inflection draws to mind images of the
Mother Moonhart Tree.]

MOONHART: "Some say that the best stories always begin with 'Once upon a
time...'"

MOONHART: (with a soft, contented sigh) "I don't know about that, but the best
tales I have heard always begin with laughter."

PIXIE: [enter] giggles as she swoops in from the left, spinning in the air with
blithe abandon.

[The wind dies, but a small patch of the leafy undergrowth continues to stir.]

PERIWINKLE: [enter] climbs carefully out of the entangling bushes, freeing
herself from the clinging branches with some effort.

PIXIE: curiously moves closer, twirling in the air to stare upside-down at the
back of Periwinkle's head.

PERIWINKLE: begins to dust off her grey trousers as she turns.

PERIWINKLE: lets out a little shriek as she comes nose to nose with the pixie,
falling back into the bush.

PIXIE: somersaults through the air and lands delicately on the undergrowth by
Periwinkle. Tittering openly, she helps free the faeling's pearlescent wings.

PERIWINKLE: (standing up again) "Thank you, little one."

PERIWINKLE: tilts her head to the side thoughtfully.

PERIWINKLE: (offering a moonhart leaf) "Would you like to see the Mother tree
and Miakoda?"

PIXIE: wrinkles her nose and sniffs at the leaf, but only dances aside and
hums.

PERIWINKLE: (with some disappointment) "You're the first pixie I've found who
didn't run from me."

PIXIE: suddenly wheels through the air and plucks the leaf deftly from
Periwinkle's hand before laughing and hiding behind her.

PERIWINKLE: (fanning the pixie gently with her wings) "Oh, I see! Let's go,
then."

PERIWINKLE: [exit] walks confidently along the path to the right with the pixie
behind her.

PIXIE: puts a little hand over her mouth, smothering her giggles.

PERIWINKLE: [enter] hurries back into sight, looking harried.

PERIWINKLE: "Er, yes... I guess Mother is this way."

PERIWINKLE: [exit] trods off again, this time trailed by the pixie.

PIXIE: [exit silent]

[A songbird trills from the trees as a hidden stream babbles softly by.]

YMOR: [enter] falls suddenly from the trees overhead and lands with a thud in
the underbrush.

YMOR: "Owww..."

YMOR: (picking himself painfully off the ground) "Cling, then. I always forget
to cling."

YMOR: straightens his back with a wince and then sings an ethereal, slightly
off-key song.

[A number of fae clamor down from the treetops: a leprechaun and a brownie, a
nymph, and a sprite trailing white sparks.]

LEPRECHAUN, BROWNIE, NYMPH, and SPRITE: [enter silent]

YMOR: looks slowly from one fae to another, a little frown on his face.

LEPRECHAUN: glances furtively at Ymor as he sidles over close to him silently.

YMOR: to nymph "You there, where's my pixie?"

NYMPH: lets out an indignant little snort and scales the tree again, peering at
Ymor nastily from its lower branches.

YMOR: (swaying back on his heels) "Right, right... not mine."

YMOR: (turning to address the brownie) "Where's the pixie?"

BROWNIE: chortles madly as he does a handstand.

LEPRECHAUN: reaches very slowly towards the pouch at Ymor's waist.

YMOR: looks hopefully up at the nymph.

NYMPH: deliberately turns her back and crosses her arms, ignoring Ymor.

YMOR: (pleadingly) "Aww, come on, I didn't mean... hey!"

YMOR: siezes the leprechaun's hand as it digs into his pouch.

YMOR: "How many times do I have to tell you, just do that to enemies?"

SPRITE: swoops through the air and lands splayed out across the top of Ymor's
head, haloing him in a nimbus of soothing magical energy and nearly knocking
him down.

YMOR: opens his mouth.

YMOR: shuts it again as he carefully pries the sprite from his head and cradles
him in his arms a moment before letting him go.

YMOR: "Right, so... the pixie."

YMOR: spreads his arms wide as he sings the ethereal little ditty, louder this
time.

BROWNIE: claps his hands over his ears, grinning.

NYMPH: reluctantly slides down the tree trunk and gathers with the other fae
close beside Ymor.

YMOR: (cluelessly) "Why doesn't she come when I call?"

NYMPH: busies herself inspecting her fingernails and ignoring everyone, at
least until the sprite flutters a bit too close.

SPRITE: squeaks and darts behind Ymor as the nymph aims a swat at him.

YMOR: (rather crossly) "Now, stop that."

YMOR: tucks the little sprite into his arms again and looks around
thoughtfully.

PERIWINKLE: [enter] trudges back into view with the pixie, frowning.

PIXIE: [enter silent]

PERIWINKLE: to pixie "Now, which way did you say the flame is?"

PIXIE: laughs and flies in tight circles around Periwinkle.

YMOR: glances over to the pair and pauses.

PIXIE: suddenly squeals in happiness as she notices Ymor, throwing herself into
his arms so enthusiastically that she nearly dislodges his hold on the sprite.

SPRITE: whines softly at the pixie and hides his face on Ymor's shoulder.

YMOR: (cluelessly) "Err..."

LEPRECHAUN: peers at Periwinkle from the corner of his eye. With a cautious
glance at Ymor, he edges slowly towards the faeling.

YMOR: (with consternation) "Why did you take my pixie?"

NYMPH: makes a rude noise and turns her back.

PERIWINKLE: (eyes wide and startled) "I didn't... what are you talking about? I
gave her the leaf..."

YMOR: eyes the pixie closely with suspicion.

PIXIE: titters and tucks a moonhart leaf neatly behind Ymor's ear.

YMOR: to Periwinkle "Well... well, you should have known this one was my
pixie!"

LEPRECHAUN: slowly raises to the tips of his toes, putting his hand into
Periwinkle's canvas pack.

BROWNIE: topples over onto the ground as he points and laughs at the
leprechaun.

YMOR: (with sudden ferocity) "I told you only enemies!!"

LEPRECHAUN: scampers away, hiding the contents of his hands quickly in his
pockets.

PERIWINKLE: stares at Ymor for several moments before she bursts into tears.

YMOR: "Err... why are you crying?"

PERIWINKLE: turns her back, dabbing at her eyes as she sniffles.

PIXIE: jumps from Ymor's arms and flutters over to Periwinkle, clinging to her
as she hums soothingly.

YMOR: (awkwardly) "Well, I guess I... you must have thought I was yelling at
you, but it was..."

YMOR: gestures helplessly at the leprechaun.

PERIWINKLE: (with some irritation) "Oh, don't blame your poor fae."

BROWNIE: peeks into the leprechaun's pocket and chortles madly.

YMOR: opens his mouth as though to protest, but thinks better of it.

YMOR: "Well, ah... my name is Ymor. Ymor Niran to be proper."

PERIWINKLE: (primly) "It is nice to meet you, Ymor."

PERIWINKLE: hugs the little pixie fondly and then lets her go, turning to
leave.

YMOR: "Wait! What's your name?"

PERIWINKLE: (glancing over her shoulder briefly) "Periwinkle Tretali."

PERIWINKLE: [exit] disappears into the undergrowth of the forest.

PIXIE: sails through the air, bouncing neatly off the sulking nymph's shoulder
and soaring around Ymor, all the while giggling.

YMOR: (turning absently to the grumbling nymph) "Oh hush."

YMOR: [exit] wanders off in the same general direction as Periwinkle, a strange
look on his face and his fae clamoring at his heels.

LEPRECHAUN, BROWNIE, NYMPH, SPRITE, and PIXIE: [exit silent]

[A sudden crash echoes back into the clearing, punctuated by the sprite's
little shriek and Ymor's shout of surprise.]

- SCENE 2 -
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[The bright morning sun slants through the trees and casts dappled shadows on
the forest floor.]

PIXIE: [enter] swoops silently into view, her hands over her mouth to smother
the laughter.

PIXIE: settles on a tree root that protrudes from the ground. She purses her
lips and then beckons broadly.

[The other fae emerge from the forest.]

LEPRECHAUN, BROWNIE, NYMPH, and SPRITE: [enter silent]

NYMPH: moodily glares from the lowest branch of the tree.

SPRITE: titters and bounds forward, leaving a glittering trail on the ground
behind him.

PIXIE: puts a finger over her lips with as severe a glance at the sprite as she
can manage.

SPRITE: hides himself behind the nymph and only leans fondly against her as she
crosses her arms.

PIXIE: smiles brightly as she beckons to the leprechaun and points insistently
at his pocket.

LEPRECHAUN: shuffles his feet as he tries to avoid the pixie's eye.

BROWNIE: amicably springs over the leprechaun in a neat flip and boxes him
across the ears.

LEPRECHAUN: wrinkles his nose and grits his teeth.

BROWNIE: falls across the forest floor, shaking in silent mirth.

LEPRECHAUN: jumps onto the brownie and pokes him roughly in the stomach.

NYMPH: stirs herself to pelt the fighting fae below with acorns.

SPRITE: slaps his hands across his mouth, laughing so hard that he rolls off
the branch and falls into the bushes in a cloud of white sparks.

PIXIE: puts her hands on her hips and frowns in thought. Finally, she takes up
her bow in one hand and nocks a glittering arrow upon the string.

SPRITE: notices the arrow as he tries to extract himself from the bush. He lets
out a little squeak that draws the attention of the rest of the fae.

LEPRECHAUN: lets the brownie up, grumbling loudly.

BROWNIE: stands himself on his hand as he hums tunelessly.

PIXIE: beams as she puts away her bow before pointing insistently at the
leprechaun.

LEPRECHAUN: edges nervously backward.

BROWNIE: grins and tumbles back to his feet so that he can shove his hand in
the leprechaun's pocket and toss the contents to the pixie.

PIXIE: holds up the little locket. Her wings become a blur as she twirls it in
the air and points to each of the fae in turn, the nymph last.

NYMPH: allows herself to smile a little and nods.

PIXIE: claps her hands together in joy and launches herself from the branch.

PIXIE: [exit] tosses the locket deftly to the nymph and darts out of view.

NYMPH: [exit] slowly climbs down from the tree, collects the little sprite with
surprising care, and disappears into the forest.

SPRITE: [exit silent]

LEPRECHAUN: eyes the brownie with distrust.

BROWNIE: cartwheels acrobatically through the air and lands neatly upon the
leprechaun's back.

LEPRECHAUN: grumbles fervently as he catches hold of the smaller fae, making no
move to dislodge him.

LEPRECHAUN: [exit] stomps out of the clearing carrying the brownie.

BROWNIE: [exit silent]

- SCENE 3 -
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[Lazily the sun reaches the height of its journey, pausing a heartbeat before
starting the long, steady race towards the horizon.]

YMOR: [enter] meanders down the path, his fae trailing behind him. Finding a
soft patch of grass, he sits and leans against a treetrunk comfortably.

LEPRECHAUN, BROWNIE, NYMPH, SPRITE, and PIXIE: [enter silent]

NYMPH: scampers deftly up the tree and lurks nearly unseen in the branches
overhead.

LEPRECHAUN: takes a seat heavily by Ymor with a sullen look on his face.

BROWNIE: cackles and tries to sit on the leprechaun.

LEPRECHAUN: pushes the brownie hard, looking slightly happier as he lands
sprawled across the dirt.

BROWNIE: laughs and tucks his hands behind his head as though perfectly
comfortable.

SPRITE: squeals in laughter as he darts back and forth in the air so fast he
seems like a white blur.

PIXIE: ignores the rest of the fae, only looking fixedly down the path.

YMOR: peers closely at the pixie.

YMOR: (cluelessly) "What are you up to? I've never seen you stand still."

PIXIE: jumps into the air, flitting upwards out of sight.

YMOR: opens his mouth as though to call his fae back to him, only to glare at
the brownie as the fae shoves his fingers in his ears.

PERIWINKLE: [enter] wanders into view, stopping every few steps to peer at the
ground and wipe her tears away.

YMOR: stares wide-eyed at the faeling.

YMOR: (with concern) "Oh, uh... Periwinkle! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

PERIWINKLE: straightens and rubs stubbornly at her eyes before lifting her chin
and looking at Ymor.

PERIWINKLE: "I... I lost my locket. It's... my parents gave it to me..."

PERIWINKLE: bites her lower lip, her eyes scouring the ground again.

YMOR: "Well, ah, I could help you look."

PERIWINKLE: peers searchingly at Ymor, skepticism written across her face.

YMOR: shoves his hands awkwardly in his pockets.

PERIWINKLE: (turning her face away) "Well, it wouldn't hurt. Thank you."

YMOR: eagerly bends low to the ground to begin his search.

[The two young figures criss-cross the clearing several times with no success.]

[From far above, the pixie gives a melodious little trill of laughter.]

NYMPH: hooks her arm around a branch and leans out of the leaves. With a
glimmer of mischief on her face, she throws the locket at Ymor, beaning him
neatly in the back of the head.

YMOR: yelps in surprise as he whirls to look for his attacker.

YMOR: blinks incredulously at the locket on the ground, too stunned to pick it
up.

PERIWINKLE: "What is it, Ymor? Did you... ah! My locket!"

PERIWINKLE: siezes the locket and holds it against her chest, seeming very
relieved.

PERIWINKLE: to Ymor "Thank you, I don't know what..."

BROWNIE: chortles with great amusement as he bounds forward, ricocheting
sharply off the back of Periwinkle's knees and sending her toppling forward
onto Ymor.

YMOR: catches Periwinkle before she can fall, a look of utter bemusement on his
face.

PERIWINKLE: gazes up at Ymor, her eyes wide and startled.

PERIWINKLE: (with tenderness) "Thank you..."

LEPRECHAUN: shuffles slowly over towards Periwinkle.

YMOR: pauses as his expression softens.

SPRITE: squeals softly as the nymph gives him a sharp prod in the side.
Springing from the branches, he swoops over the couple, motes of luminescence
drifting through the air to settle across their hair and clothes.

PERIWINKLE: holds her breath. She reaches slowly to touch Ymor's cheek as
though awestruck by the glittering sparkles clinging to his skin.

YMOR: gazes deeply into Periwinkle's lovely eyes as they reflect the light and
slowly leans in to kiss her.

LEPRECHAUN: positions himself close enough to shove his hand into Periwinkle's
pocket.

PERIWINKLE: lets out a little gasp as she jerks herself upright and out of
Ymor's grasp.

PERIWINKLE: (in shock) "Were you...? Did you steal my locket so you could play
the hero later?"

YMOR: opens his mouth to speak.

PERIWINKLE: (angrily) "How dare you use your fae to manipulate me?"

PERIWINKLE: [exit] turns on her heel and stalks away, her wings held closed and
rigid against her back.

YMOR: (calling out as he finds his voice) "But it wasn't... Periwinkle, wait!"

YMOR: [exit] charges down the path after Periwinkle.

PIXIE: dives out of the canopy overhead, darting in dizzying circles around the
leprechaun as she wags her finger at him and chitters wildly.

LEPRECHAUN: kicks at the dirt as he hunches his shoulders.

BROWNIE: actually frowns at the leprechaun as he does a handstand in the grass.

PIXIE: wrings her hands together in her distress.

SPRITE: keens loudly as he flaps around the clearing, nearly running into a
low-hanging branch.

NYMPH: slides slowly down the tree trunk. Her eyes begin to glow a soft,
calming green as she reaches towards the other fae.

SPRITE: beats his wings once more as the white sparks surrounding him turn
green, and then swoons and falls from the air.

BROWNIE: rolls lazily over and catches the sprite, curling up close to him in
uncharacteristic calm.

NYMPH: gathers the pixie into her arms and lays a hand soothingly on the
leprechaun's shoulder.

PIXIE: slumps against the nymph.

NYMPH: nudges the pixie lightly and winks, a little smile on her face.

PIXIE: peers closely at the nymph, and then her eyes widen in comprehension.

NYMPH: nods and pokes the leprechaun.

LEPRECHAUN: coughs loudly, but nods as well.

PIXIE: [exit] claps her hands together in sudden glee. Grabbing the nymph by
one hand and the leprechaun by the other, she pulls them off down the path
after Ymor and Periwinkle.

LEPRECHAUN and NYMPH: [exit silent]

BROWNIE: [exit] scrambles to his feet and bounds off after the others with the
sprite humming senselessly in his arms.

SPRITE: [exit silent]

- SCENE 4 -
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[The fiery light of sunset makes every leaf and branch blaze with beauty.]

BROWNIE: [enter] hops into view, holding a blanket around his shoulders like a
cape.

BROWNIE: playfully spreads the blanket and jumps as though expecting to take
off flying.

SPRITE: [enter] giggles hysterically as he falls out of the trees overhead,
barely missing the ground.

BROWNIE: holds his finger to his lips and then clumsily spreads the blanket
across the grass. He tilts his head and then smooths a particularly bad
wrinkle, creating several more in the process.

SPRITE: nods with barely contained mirth.

[The sound of footsteps approaches and the two fae dart behind a tree.]

PERIWINKLE: [enter] flutters in confusedly behind the leprechaun, who bobs his
head and beckons to her with every other step.

LEPRECHAUN: [enter silent]

NYMPH: [enter] marches in from the other side with a dour look on her face,
pulling Ymor along behind her by the hand like an errant child.

YMOR: [enter silent]

YMOR: "Uh..."

[The two young people make eye contact and stop in their tracks.]

LEPRECHAUN: dutifully gestures towards the blanket and bows with a flourish to
Periwinkle.

NYMPH: yanks sharply at Ymor's hand, giving him no choice but to continue.

PERIWINKLE: hesitantly takes a seat, charmed by the fae. She very calmly and
pointedly refuses to look at Ymor.

YMOR: stumbles and sits heavily on the blanket as the nymph gives him a push.
He gawks at his fae and at Periwinkle in astonishment.

PIXIE: [enter] flits out of the forest and lands upon a tree root nearby.

[The other fae fall back and watch as the two young people stare at the pixie.]

PIXIE: hums to herself as she licks her thumb and holds it up to test the
direction of the wind.

PIXIE: shrugs off her bow and selects an arrow carefully, nocking it upon the
silvery string.

YMOR: (cluelessly) "Wait, wha...?"

PIXIE: aims quickly and looses the string.

[The small arrow flies across the clearing and strikes Ymor in the shoulder, a
little puff of pixie dust surrounding him.]

YMOR: tumbles back across the blanket in a swoon, a confused look still on his
face as he falls asleep.

PERIWINKLE: widens her eyes in alarm as she glances at Ymor, and a second arrow
hits her before she can react. She collapses in sleep next to him.

[Pixie dust settles over the sleeping couple, shimmering slightly in the
light.]

SPRITE: squeals in excitement as he darts into view, dancing in the air over
Ymor and Periwinkle and waving his arms in pure enthusiasm.

BROWNIE: chortles merrily as he shuffles from behind the tree walking on his
hands. A bag nearly as big as he is dangles from one foot.

NYMPH: lifts her chin with dignity and retrieves the bag, dumping the contents
onto the forest floor.

[Radiant flowers pour from the bag, tulips and roses and sunflowers and
freesias, carnations and lilies, all in vibrant colours.]

LEPRECHAUN: siezes an armful of flowers and starts laying them out upon a small
rise in the clearing.

[The other fae jump to follow his lead.]

[The face of Mother Moon rises across the horizon, spilling onto the rise and
bringing it clearly into view.]

[The flowers have been laid out to clearly spell a word: ZORRY.]

PIXIE: points insistantly at the first letter and twirls her hands in the air.

LEPRECHAUN: crosses his arms and shakes his head.

PIXIE: flaps her arms and zips back and forth in front of the leprechaun.

BROWNIE: amicably pushes the leprechaun, sending him sprawling across the
capital letter Z.

NYMPH: dutifully helps the leprechaun up, frowning. His eyes glow green as she
takes his hand.

PIXIE: sets about rearranging the flowers neatly.

LEPRECHAUN: suddenly shakes off the nymph's touch and power, and pushes the
brownie down.

PIXIE: squeaks as she barely avoids being squashed.

BROWNIE: rolls across the grass laughing, scattering flowers around the rise.

PIXIE: lets out a vexed huff and scolds the brownie harshly.

NYMPH: catches the pixie by the waist before she can set to pummeling the
brownie.

SPRITE: watches with a look of fascinated shock on his face.

PERIWINKLE: stirs and wakes, blinking sleepily at the sight before her.

[Only the leprechaun notices the faeling watching as the pixie waves her arms
in a frantic struggle against the nymph, the brownie laughs uproariously, and
the sprite gapes.]

LEPRECHAUN: picks up a yellow lily and trudges reluctantly over to Periwinkle,
his other hand stuffed in his pocket.

LEPRECHAUN: points at Ymor with the flower, shakes his head, and then offers
the bloom to Periwinkle.

PERIWINKLE: takes the lily thoughtfully, peering at the fae before her.

LEPRECHAUN: shuffles his feet and hunches his shoulders in embarrassment.

PERIWINKLE: (glancing at Ymor as he stirs) "So you say it wasn't his fault?"

LEPRECHAUN: nods his head slowly in agreement.

PIXIE: suddenly notices Periwinkle and doubles her efforts to loose herself.

NYMPH: follows the pixie's eye and finally lets her go flitting over towards
the faeling.

YMOR: draws himself sluggishly upright, rubbing at his eyes.

[The fae gather in a ragged line before the blanket.]

PERIWINKLE: to Ymor "Your fae seem to like me."

YMOR: stares blearily at his fae and sways in confusion.

PERIWINKLE: to Ymor (laughing) "I think they contrived this whole mess."

PIXIE: nods eagerly, a big, embarrassed smile suddenly on her face.

YMOR: opens his mouth, but says nothing.

PERIWINKLE: (kindly) "I think we should see each other again."

YMOR: seems stunned.

PERIWINKLE: (helpfully) "I suppose you could start by offering to walk me
home."

YMOR: (standing to awkwardly offer Periwinkle his arm) "Well, yes, of course!"

PERIWINKLE: beams broadly as she stands and graciously tucks her hand in the
crook of his elbow.

YMOR: [exit] walks off down the path with Periwinkle, looking both dazed and
pleased with himself.

PERIWINKLE: [exit silent]

PIXIE: [exit] spins gleefully through the air and darts after them at full
speed.

SPRITE: [exit] squeaks and sails after the pixie in a shower of sparks.

LEPRECHAUN: grins crookedly and offers the nymph his arm with an exaggerated
wink.

NYMPH: [exit] hides a smile behind her hand as she tucks her hand neatly in the
crook of the leprechaun's elbow and they walk down the path and out of sight.

LEPRECHAUN: [exit silent]

BROWNIE: balances himself on one hand as he looks around the clearing, then
takes a flying leap onto the blanket.

BROWNIE: suddenly tilts his head as though listening intently to the wind.

[The breeze rises slowly, carrying with it a familiar, loving whisper.]

MOONHART: "And they lived happily ever after."

YMOR: (from out of sight and with some alarm) "What do you mean take your name?
We just started dating!!"

MOONHART: (beaming) "The End."

BROWNIE: [exit] cackles and pulls the blanket around his shoulders like a cape
before bounding away.

[The pixie dust scatters off the blanket, spreading in a glittery cloud over
the rise and the fallen flowers before the wind blows it away.]

COSTUMES:
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Mother Moonhart - [No costume.]

Periwinkle Tretali, Pure Chime - Slim and petite, this young faeling has rosy
cheeks, lovely blue eyes, and pale blonde hair. Her oversized, scrolling wings
are pearlescent and glisten as though with dew. She still wears the simple
canvas pack and grey clothing of the Portal of Fate, but she carries a
beautiful old violin, obviously her fondest treasure.

Adherant of the Maiden, Ymor Niran - This young elfen man seems a bit awkward
in his lean, coltish frame, as though he does not quite know where to put his
hands or place his feet. His big brown eyes are almost comically solemn and
confused at times. He wears blue and green greatrobes and a mismatched
assortment of rings on his fingers.

A playful pixie - Rather like a miniature, winged elfen, this pixie is dressed
in green moonhart leaves. A smile is always on her merry face, and she is in
unending motion as though filled with boundless energy. There is a tiny quiver
on her back and she carries a wooden bow.

A delicate nymph - The nymph's fine limbs and the contours of her face make her
seem fragile. She is dressed scantily in leaves of various hues, but the
attention is drawn naturally to her deep brown eyes instead, fathomless and
mysterious, and the soft green hair framing her face. It would be easy to
mistake her serenity and absolute calm for ill humour, or perhaps she really is
a bit disagreeable, judging by her generally furrowed brows.

A grinning brownie - The tiny brownie seems more like a monkey than a fae at
times, with his brown skin and nigh-constant acrobatics. He wears wildly
mismatched clothing and his hands are as dusty as his bare feet. There is
something compelling about his unshakable grin, and there is intense mischief
sparkling in his eyes.

A squinting leprechaun - Portly and with red whiskers, the leprechaun is
dressed in neat green clothing with many pockets. He is always on the watch,
not for danger but for something else to add to his hoard. His hands are
surprisingly slender and perfectly adept at pickpocketing, and he keeps them
folded across his chest tightly as though he is a surly sort, or perhaps to
keep a few treasures from getting lost.

A glittering sprite - The tiniest of Ymor's fae, the sprite is particularly
childlike. A trail of sparks erupts in his wake, and his body glows, the light
intensifying with his excitement. He would seem rather ghostly if it weren't
for how animated he is. Like a child, he can never seem to stop laughing.