the faerie who wished to be a human

During the dinner, the faerie girl’s mind was somewhere else.

Her baby pink hair cascaded to her waist and looped gracefully around the arm she held her fork in.

Her parents and siblings were chatting away at the forest-green oak wood table, their hair colored in shades of gray, black, and white. 

Her translucent wings sparkled as they rested against her back, the stool at the table allowing for the tips of them to gently brush the ground.

None of her parents’ or siblings’ wings were sparkling.

Or if they were, she couldn’t see it. 

The usual feelings of being other than settled over her as she dreamed of being someone, something else.

It was truly subconscious.

At least her family were all fae. 

Despite their differences, she supposed they were blood at the end of the day…