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A haunting melody penetrates the woodlands & filters through the mist, it's sounds can only be heard by those among us who " Believe "
Drifting on the waters of a gently flowing brook ... Oyda & his Ancient Leafin Boat
caress the evening tide.
His haunting tune beckons the little folk to come ... to follow ... him
and from the shadows they appear ...
their whispers softly spoken ...
do you hear their laughter & feel them near ...
" Do You Believe "
Ancient Leafen Boat
Polymer Clay & Wire Armature
Pearl
&
The Seahorse
Ugly they told her, go away be gone, we only want to play with others of our kind, you are so different to us you see, so ashamed she left … sad and alone and swam away to be on her own, Zie found her this way long time ago.
There he sits beside his friend, patiently waiting for this time to end, in a trance she appears to be, this little sea dragon with no name, Metamorphoses has come to claim his little friend & there he will stay until the end, in a hidden corner of a sea bed garden, far from prying eyes she lay, silently he remembers all the happy times they played.
As she lay so dead like still, changes he saw in time … until
like a grub turns to a beautiful butterfly … this little sea dragon gracefully transforms into a little Mermaid friend ...“ Pearl “ … Zie’s one true friend.
Pearl during her metamorphosis state lays gracefully upon her Mother of Pearl shell, watched by her tiny friend Zie.
THE DRAGON & THE HEALING FAERIE
The cold winds once again blew in the southern sky & crystals gathered where they fell gently on the icy landscape. That time had come once again in the land of the Fae, where all the young dragons came together to display their skill at breathing fire, this ritual some had mastered with great skill.
One by one they stood before their elders and took their turn, roars of approval echoed through the valley's and snow caped mountains as each dragon performed with pride. The sky glowed brilliant shades of red and the landscape absorbed it's visual beauty.
Faerie folk knew not to enter within and the sky was the warning that the ritual had begun. Everyone stayed indoors, ... well almost everyone ... except for one little Fae, Crystal the " Healing Faerie " was not to be found.
In her heart she felt the call of someone in need, she could not ignore it's presence, she had taken an oath to care for others, so when no one was looking she quietly slipped away, as not to put anyone else in danger.
Her wings carried her swiftly to the one in need ... a dragon ... in a lair quietly sobbing, hurt and in pain, she listened while he explained ... " Well have you ever met a dragon yet that can not breath fire he asked? ... she pondered his question, no not yet was her reply ... I thought so he went on to say ... until now that is, I have tried and tried, hot air is all I can do".
Just once I blew a smoldering ember that landed on my front claw & burnt my scales, he went on to say. Crystal's heart melted as she wrapped his claw and assured him all would be well in time. " One more year is all you need " she said ... you are but a fledgling and gentle of heart ... maturity comes with age and your spark will turn to flames.
By the way I'm George he said & they parted as friends ... that winters night he pledged to be her guardian and in the passing of time the seasons changed, a year went bye and the sky glowed red once more but brighter than ever before, George the Dragon had come of age ... and Chrystal knew all was well in the land of the Fae.
Little Apricot is approximately 7 " or 18 cm full length.
SUGAR PLUM FAERIE
&
POD
Rock ~ A ~ Bye Baby in a Plum Tree
Sweet little Faerie as sweet as can be
Pod gently rocking in the breeze
Sleepy little faerie ~ come play with me.
Twig & Pod
Twig is suspended from the stem of a pod which has been attached to a glass candle holder. This tiny baby has real Cicada wings ... and in time will need them to learn to fly home.
Unaware & Oblivious that he/she is being observed, I look this picture when he/she's eye's were closed as not to scare this little creature with the camera flash.
At first I thought it was tangled in it's sling but to my surprise it wiggled & wormed as if to arrange itself comfortably for it's sleep. I dared not to disturb it's slumber.
So for a while I watched it sleeping & wondered where it had come from ? ... maybe my imagination was playing tricks again. I closed my eyes ever sooooo tightly ... counted to ten & then opened them again ... and there it was. Can you imagine how I felt?
How I wanted to hold it & keep it for myself. As a child I was always taught ...
" Let it fly free ".
APRICOT FAERIE
Patiently waiting for wings.
APRICOT
The gift of a child so special, so sweet
Loving & gentle a joy so to speak
God chose in His wisdom these Souls from His heart
To show us the true meaning of Love from the start
Blessings come in all shapes & forms
In His eyes we are perfectly formed
His Love is like sweet nectar of an Apricot
Pure sweetness not easily forgot.
Wings have been added so Apricot can fly.
~ Oh! and eyelashes to flutter ~
WINTER SONG FAERIE
Like shards of ice falling onto the earth & captivating all in it's path the ice storm left no corner of the Mystical Forest untouched as it gently lay like a blanket of white down upon the land, when the icy wind stirs all in it's path as it whips through forest & dell, a familiar song harmonizes with nature's throng ... it's the Winter Song Faerie you can hear with such beauty blinding & melody as enchanting as the land itself.
EMBRYO
Ethereal Creation
Ethereal Creature Belonging to the Heavens in Her Celestial Sphere
