V. Morning Dew

He was beautiful.

Even she could not have told why. She only knew he was beautiful and she wanted him.

She held her fingers out to the full moon. Strands of moonshine soon found their way to her fingertips, and she wove them into a simple white gown. And washed her hair in morning dew and honeysuckle nectar. Lastly, she put a tiny red rose on her face.

I'm on my way to get myself a mortal mate, she told the other Fairies.

Bloodroot would not be happy about it. But he would have to learn to do without her.