The Fairie Tale Ball
by Donna L Martin
Pippin's wings twitched with excitement as she made last minute preparations. She had waited many moons for Tamari to finally tell her she had been picked to attend the Fairie Tale Ball. Only the smartest and quickest young fairies were chosen each year and now it was Pippin's turn. There would be dancing to Ardan's magical flute with sweet honey and nectar cakes to nibble on for dessert.
Her hands brushed nervously over her petal skirt. Would she remember the ancient words of celebration? What if she couldn't fly, even with the help of Tamari's pixie dust? There had been rumors of such a thing happening at one of the balls in years past...way before Pippin's time, but butterflies still tumbled in her stomach at the thought of disappointing the elders.
Glancing at the full moon peeking out from behind the treetops, Pippin realized she would be late and quickly ran to the meadow. It was nearly time for the ball to begin and Tamari didn't like to be kept waiting...
***Okay, it's your turn! What happens at the Fairie Tale Ball? Does Pippin manage to fly? What are they celebrating? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***
