The Brown Fairy

Everyone thinks that fairies have a charmed life but it’s really not that different from Homo Sapiens or other species. This tale is about a brown fairy called Hazel. Like Dragonflies, fairies have an awkward pupa stage. They don’t develop from larva but when younger, they have short stubby wings, their coloring is muted and their flying skills need some work.  Hazel’s best friend Rosa is a typical example of the Roseate species and is the Barbie of the fairy world. Her little wings are perfectly formed with a faint translucent blush tone. Her hair is a glossy burgundy and her violet eyes sparkle. Hazel was so disappointed that her eyes were same as her name – neither green nor brown.

Rosa and Hazel met at their first year of the Texas School of Fairies. There, every color of Texas was represented from beautiful bluebonnet fairies to rather plain tumbleweed fairies whose thorny wings kept everyone at a distance. Texas has more brown fairies than most places as they have to be camouflaged in their surroundings. Some Texan Browns are Sandy blondes from the dusty west to Piney Wood fairies like Hazel, with a mix of brown and green.  Hazel wondered who would want to blend into the endless forests and sediment rich ponds. She thought enviously about rare Azure Fairies from the Caribbean to the Pacific Blue Fairies in California. They were only pictures in books but she was at the age where an exotic boy fairy made her pretty hazel eyes dreamy with longing. Her parents, unfortunately, were rather old school Texan Browns. “What’s wrong with a nice local boy such as Moss or Bark?” Hazel’s eyes rolled dismissively, out of her parents’ eye shot, because you dare not defy a fairy parent.

School was strict too, “Yes Ma’am!” Hazel revered Miss Centaury, who was a native to Romania just like the wildflower – her field of study was the art of camouflage. Her wings were a vivid shade of purple mixed with red; her hair and eyes completely black. Her accent delighted most of the students who were most used to the generic “Y’alls”. So what do fairies study? Everything that will help them achieve the goal of their species – bring joy and mystery to all the other species lives. When you see your cat pouncing on something invisible in the garden, they are likely playing with the Garden Fairies.  The fairy species works hard to keep their presence secret from most humans. Homo sapiens have lost many of original gifts. We don’t believe in Santa never mind the tooth fairy. There is no time to just sit and stare at the daisies so you miss the shimmer of the yellow and white Daisy fairies. Have you ever seen what looks like a fish jumping to the surface of a lake? There are concentric rings on the water with just a hint of a rainbow. Sometimes it is Lake Fairies who love to play Tag with the catfish.

In times long past many more humans could see the Fairies, especially those working the land. Some nations, most famously the Irish, have embraced their ancestors’ relationship with the Fairy species. Leprechaun is the Irish name for the male Meadow fairies that are as green as the old country. Hazel wondered if she would if she would ever travel to Ireland. Maybe it was possible because she was a brown fairy with green camouflage? She had met a visiting Irish History tutor at school. He was so handsome – tall and slender with bright green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. All the little fairies swooned and made rude jokes about his Shillelagh. Hazel didn’t quite understand what that meant but she thought it might be about S.E.X. Her conservative Texan parents refused to talk to her about the breeding habits of the fairy world. She had watched Dragonflies mating on the wing, vibrating with pleasure. This made Hazel blush furiously and her eyes darkened to mahogany with anticipation.

She and Rosa whispered quietly about future spouses. They were approaching their ‘Blossom Stage’. Humans have a similar time when little girls’ busts grow from 28 AA to 34 C and little boys’ voices change from squeaky to manly. Rosa and Hazel knew that they would retreat to their homes and sleep for a few weeks. During the Blossoming, a cocoon of silky fabric would envelop them for a period and when they emerged, Hazel and Rosa’s wings would be fully developed and their coloring would subtly change. It could be deeper, more intense or just different. Since Hazel was a Piney Woods fairy she would likely be shades of brown, green or copper. The little fairies were anxiously excited; Rosa was a little more confident about her blossoming but both girls were worried about such a metamorphosis.

Cocoon Day finally arrived and Hazel’s parents made her a comforting meal of Beauty Berries and Tree Sap before tucking her into her hammock. The fermented Tree Sap gently carried her into a dreamless sleep. The next time she opened her eyes, her parents were anxiously watching her. “Be careful, Honey. You need to get up slowly and let your new wings unfurl”. Hazel blinked the sleep from her eyes. To her surprise her body was much longer with slender long legs. She carefully put her feet on the earthen floor and was momentarily unsteady with the weight of her new wings. Her Pop held her steady and urged her to shake her new wings free of their cocoon. It was the strangest sensation as they unfurled. Her Mom gasped in pleasure and her Dad was smiling. They both took her hands and led her down to the forest pond so that she could see herself.

Tears started to roll down Hazel’s face as she saw her new visage. Her hair had lightened to a silvery brown color; wavy long tresses that framed her beautiful face. Hazel’s eyes were now a shade of Moss Agate, glistening with tears. She tentatively stretched out her wings so she could fully see them and now she gasped. Her top wings were a beautiful shade of creamy peach; those under were a light silvery green and the bottom wings were a pale pistachio. “Oh Hazel” said her Mom, “I think it is time to choose your Forever Fairy name. Doesn’t she look like a Carolina Linden, Pop, with gray and green foliage? What do you think Honey?”

Carolina Linden Fairy, formerly known as Hazel, quivered her wings with excitement, and delicately flew up above the pond to live her new adult life.

A Carolina Linden Tree also known as a Basswood. Rare but present in the Piney Woods area of Texas


28 thoughts on “The Brown Fairy

  1. Oh! This is so beautiful, Kerry!!! I love fairies and your wonderful tale showed them in a new light to me. And finally I know what causes cats to jump when there’s apparently no one around. 😉 I love how you’ve described the metamorphosis from fairy girl to full grown fairy – wish it would have been like that for me when I grew up. 😉 💖

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    • I am so pleased that you liked it, Sarah. I rarely write fiction but just had this fairy story in my head. There are lots of ideas in my head and I think I might approach a Texas publisher. My metamorphosis was like that of a fairy! One minute I was gawky and awkward and seemingly overnight blossomed. Still have a 34 DD…


  2. Kerry this is wonderful! Now you know, I only EVER say what I mean and I want you to listen …. this is such a joyous and pretty fable. One that really must be published. I feel a new-age Flower Fairies book a-hatching penned by my very brilliant friend K. Did you draw those delectable pictures too? I am just delighted by this. Absolutely delighted. And my eyes are hazel, by the way 😉 X

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    • You know how much this comment means to me, Osyth. I have so many stories in my head about Texas fairies that I am going to approach a Texas publisher. The pictures are free coloring-in images on the internet but I used Photoscape to fill in the colors. I think I am going to try sketching and see how it goes. Now that I know your eyes are hazel you can expect a story about a tall, willowy tree fairy…K x

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      • This makes me so happy … that you are taking yourself seriously enough to reach out to a publisher. Really, I am enchanted by the very notion of this book. See how you go with the drawings but I am also going to send you an email ;). And a story about a tall willowy tree fairy … flattered, honored and delighted doesn’t cover it at all. I have much yard Work to get on with this weekend but I will be writing to you under separate cover. Sending much fairy dust to you my brilliant friend xx

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      • Thank you, Osyth. I really need the fairy dust after a fraught day at the airport… I used some myself to soothe souls. 🧚‍♀️ All my friends seem to love the story and many of us enjoy young adult stories, so here goes…

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    • Thank you so much, MB. All my favorite people have said lovely things about this piece of fiction and I so appreciate it. We have about 40 species of dragonflies at our pond and every time I look at them, I think they are fairies. I especially like that they are little predators too and that might lead to some darker fairy stories in the future…🧚‍♀️

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    • Hi Rob, thank you so much for your comment. I have been feeling a bit low recently, with lots of work so no writing. Feeling better now though (have stopped work for a couple of months) and hope to blog soon. I had never heard of basswood before researching this. K x


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