Morgendriel

Morgendriel was born under a moon that looked like it was smiling, and her mum always said that meant she’d be special, but nobody knew how special, not even her. She was always told she was an elf, and so she done all the elf things like climbing trees and learning leaf speak and how to listen to wind, but sometimes she felt like she didn’t quite fit right, like when you try on boots that look your size but your toes still curl. She loved sparkles more than bows, and flowers more than fighting, and she could hear things others couldn’t, like whispers in the petals or giggles in the dew. When she was little, she thought maybe she was just weird, but she didn’t mind cause being weird felt like freedom. One day she found a little mirror in a hollow tree, and when she looked in it, her ears got pointier and her back tingled and out came wings, delicate and shimmery like dragonfly lace, and she just laughed and laughed till her belly hurt. Turns out she wasn’t just elf, she was fairy too, all along, and nobody had told her cause maybe they didn’t know or maybe they did but thought it weren’t proper. She didn’t get mad, she just felt like she’d found the last bit of a puzzle she never knew she was doing. Now she mixes both magics, elf and fairy, and wears flowers in her hair not cause she has to but cause she wants to, and she helps little creatures find their names and paints stories in the sky with her dreams. Morgendriel says life don’t have to make perfect sense, it just has to sparkle a bit and make your heart feel fizzy.