Fairyland
She knew the rainbow couldn't be trusted and so ...
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WITCHING
The most witching thing I wrote today is:
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Withholdings
You're playing hard to get. How do you do that?
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She knew the rainbow couldn't be trusted and so she put faith in her mushroom. She liked to flitter about on the kaleidoscope clouds and drink out of the peonies, but she was so mad at the rainbow today she had to stick with her sure thing.
Everyone would be meeting here soon, and since the rainbow kept playing hide and seek on every cloudy day, she knew she could count on the mushroom.
The others arrived.
Too many to name really. And all so excited. The plan was to read the official decree.
In light of the human beings insistence on depicting all mythological females as sexy temptresses, the League of Magical Beings passed a resolution earlier in the year to actually become sexy rather than scary or ugly or merely useful. Today, the decree would be signed and sent out to the astral realm.
Bitty couldn't have been happier.
She'd been sexy all along. Skinny, perfect skin, a bit shy but terribly funny if she could find her comfort level. Human boys and girls loved her to stop by and cast a spell on them. She took some pride in being particularly symbiotic with human teens entering those confusing years of puberty. She might not be the most famous faerie, but she liked to believe she was the most necessary. She would readily admit the tube top, the striped socks, and the embarrassingly tiny shorts, on some level, were pleas for attention. She'd been able to upgrade, almost to slutty, her overall appearance. Except for those wings of course. One couldn't do much with wings, especially the kind running in her family.
That's why she was so mad at the rainbow.
She'd been working to jazz up her entire persona. No more dark evil. No more metal zeppelins for housing. No more forests with ghosts and goblins at every turn. Her entire fantasy forest cooperated except the sun and the rainbow. The sun she could live with, but the rainbow?
They'd played together since childhood. The least it could do is cooperate for the big day. After they read the “It's Okay to Be Hot” mystical beast decree, she planned on smiling so big her new orthodontic work would be the marvel of everyone.
And it would have been so nice to have it punctuated with a rainbow.
Her friends began arriving. The sirens and mermaids seemed as excited as anybody. Forever they'd been scary beasts luring men to their deaths. They have a long road to follow before they will actually be hot, but their goal is to be more like Disney cartoons and everyone is hopeful a few potions and a little of faerie dust can turn them into little hotties.
Grendel’s mother from Beowulf arrived. Poor thing. So ugly. She’d become obsessed with Angelina Jolie in the movie version of her story. She’d put a photograph of Angelina up on her refrigerator as a goal. Now by official proclamation, it will be perfectly acceptable for her to use magic and surgery to become just like the actress who brought her back into popularity with a ridiculous nude scene designed to lure audiences into theatres.
So many others from history.
Girl vampires.
Girl werewolves.
Girl ravens.
A half dozen girls from Harry Potter even showed up. Everyone always thought they were just fiction, but low and behold, here they were.
The wishing well hopped up onto a sawed off tree stump and cleared its throat:
"Be it known through all the lands of mythology, fantasy, and ghostly other worlds, from this day forward and retroactively where ever time is unstuck and there is an urgent need to go back and re-write history, that all female creatures of the astral realm including creatures with debatable sexual ambiguity such as but not limited to those magical beasts of geologic or botanical heritage, yes, we mean all feminine creatures, may follow the human literary lead and accept their role as sultry vixens and erotic delights in all places we may wander. Each and every one of you will no longer be expected to be limited to the narrowly defined histories of your creed and heritage and you may now strut about like little hussies and charming seductresses and even cute little girls if the occasion requires and any sorcery, magic, charms or potions required to achieve such yummy-ness are hereby taken off the banned substance list."
The crowd roared a distinctly feminine roar.
The clouds broke and sunshine rays flooded the forest.
Bitty cried.
A tear fell onto the mushroom, bounced up into the air, and a tiny rainbow appeared in it. “Oh sure, now you show up.”
Bitty resolved herself to go shopping; her clothes were WAY to un-revealing.
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