Kendra stared out into the woods as she sat in a tree. Her expression was blank as the wind rustled through her hair and brushed up against her wings. 

    "Are you alright, Kendra?" Deirdre asked as she sat down next to her. "You seem worried." 

    "I am quite alright," she replied. "I was just thinking about the wedding." 

     "Maybe you should go for a walk. It'll help clear your head." Deirdre smiled. "Besides, it's a day and you've been stressed all week. 

    Kendra hummed, not really paying attention. "Perhaps I shall." 

    She smiled a little, looking up at the green canopy that covered the sky. Late summer leaves blotted out most of the sun, leaving the forest floor blanketed in darkness. The woods was teeming with life. Little fairys and trixies hidden in the shrubs, while bigger creatures, like fairies, pixies, and trolls, built homes that were hidden away from the humans. 

    It was peaceful, the way things were; the first time pixies and fairies had been at peace in centuries. Kendra's only wish was that it would stay that way. She was marrying Prince Ezrin of the Tallison Pixies. The Tallison Pixies were the largest pixie clan to the east of The Great Sea. The same sea that separated the two continents; Kawan in the west, and Giantra in the east.

    Kendra was Princess of the Eastern Fairies. Her mother ruled over all the fairies in Giantra. In order to keep peace with the pixies, the princess was arranged to marry Ezrin. She wasn't upset about it, she knew that she would most likely be marrying him. He was near his forties and she was just turning sixteen, but it was okay. Fairies were immortal, pixies were not. Kendra would outlive him and then go back to helping rule the fairies. 

    Deirdre sighed. "If you're gonna keep staring into space and ignoring me, I'm gonna leave." 

   "What?" Kendra looked over, blinking to clear her head. "Sorry, I was-"

   "Thinking about the marriage. Yadda yadda, I know, it's all you ever think about." 

    She glanced over at Kendra, gently nudging her shoulder. "It'll be fine. I lived with the pixies for 12 years and I turned out okay." 

   "I know." Kendra exhaled sharply through her nose, collecting her thoughts before buzzing her wings a little. "I am leaving for a stroll. I will see you for dinner, Tallison." 

   Deirdre smiled, fluttering her butterfly wings. "See ya around, Garcia." 

   Kendra flew out of the tree, landing on the ground daintily before pulling up the hood on her tunic and starting off. The early fallen leaves crunched and turned to dust under her feet along with the squish of ripe plums and voshna; a thin, long fruit that grew on pink trees. 

   She inhaled deeply, the strong sent of the woods entering her nose, tinkling of fairys on bell bushes making soft music. When Kendra was younger, she would always mix up fairies and fairys. Though their names sound the same, the fairys were much smaller and often were one colour; fairies, on the other hand, were the same size and shape as humans, but with pointed ears and dragonfly wings. 

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   Her eyes followed a small hairie as it sped through the trees, its glow dull. It seemed to be in a hurry and she frowned lightly. 

    'Everyone is always in such a hurry. I wish they would stop with the wedding preparations for a day. I still have two weeks.' Kendra thought as she heard commotion coming from where the hairie had went. She never trusted fairys, but hairies were usually alright. 

    Kendra shook her head a little, closing her eyes. She was nervous for the wedding. Not only would she be leaving her whole life behind, but she would be the only fairie amongst pixies. A dragonfly against butterflies. 

    She was always a little envious of pixies. They were beautiful. Their wings were large and graceful, often decorative and patterned. Spots, stripes, squiggles, you name it. Beautiful bright colours on their wings matched their eye colour, and slightly pointed ears sat perfectly in line with their face, never sticking out too much. The pixies were dangerously beautiful. Causing them to usually be arrogant and narcissistic. 

    Fairies were often beautiful as well, but a different sort of beauty. While pixies usually flaunted their beauty to try and attract others, fairies were modest. The women wore long dresses and tunics, their hair long and often braided into a bun. The men wore high necked shirts and tights, they kept their hair short and often had a sword with them to display their warrior status. Fairies had long wings, often coloured naturally to look like stained glass. Royals had a small crown insignia on their left wing and often had white or black wings. Their ears pointed strongly, and their eyes shifted color with their mood. 

    Kendra turned her head as she passed her friend Greg. He was a wood nymph, so he often stayed in his tree. She tilted her head up a little, noticing the ridges in the tree, meaning he had left. 

    "Greg?!" She called, looking around. He never left his tree. Why would he be gone? Kendra climbed the tree skillfully, looking out over the forest. 

    Her eyes scanned the woods. The only reason he would ever leave the tree is to find food for squirrels or to avoid danger. Squirrels were starting to collect food for hibernation, so it was plausible, but he rarely went so far. She sighed and sat down jumping a little as he flopped down beside her. 

    "Greg! Gosh, you gave me a fright." 

    He laughed. "Sorry 'bout that. I's just makin' my way back from Johnny's." 

   "Oh." She let out a sigh of relief. "Well, I am glad you're alright. I was getting worried."

   He grinned with his big wooden teeth and wrapped a branch around her shoulders. "Ya know, when you've been livin' fer 600 years, it feels real nice to know people still care." 

    She smiled at the humanoid tree. "Well, it does feel rather nice, no matter how old you are, in my opinion." 

   He nodded and inhaled deeply. "Every year, autumn ne'er fails to amaze me. Such beauty in change, don't ye think?"

   She stared around at the pink and green trees as they slowly turned red, brown, and gold. "I suppose so."

    She tilted her head a little as a bird soared through the trees. "Do you ever wonder about the wind, Greg?" She asked, still looking out at the flora. 

   "After centuries of it rustling my branches, I just wish it would go away. Not once've I ever had a good hair day."

    Kendra shook her head. "I meant, do you think the wind can carry secrets? My people believe that the wind can bring in warnings. Do you believe that as well?"

   "Nah. I wasn't much for superstition. I don't need luck, I just need the humans to refrain from cutting me down." 

   She frowned as the leaves rustled again and the trees swayed. "I do not know, Greg. I have a bad feeling." 

    Greg shook his head. "You've been sayin' that your whole life. I think ya need to learn to let the tides change 'round ya and stop worryin' so much." He smiled at her, bits of moss curling out from his teeth. 

   "I have to worry. I will have a kingdom placed on my shoulders in two weeks."

    "Worry is unbecoming of a queen," he chided. 

   "Carelessness and negligence gets people killed. I have to be attentive." 

    Greg sighed. "Whatever." He melted back into the tree, removing himself from the outside world. 

   Kendra scowled and hopped off the branch, making her way back through the forest. 

    'He can say what he wants, but there is something very strange about the winds and I am going to be prepared for it.'