September 06, 2005

Courting rituals of faeries

I think that faeries' clothing is always tattered because they are remnants of fabric; scraps torn from a dress hanging on a thorn bush, wisps of a negligee, stolen from a young maid's room and fought over by the faeries until torn to little bits and then sewn here and there to compliment their beauty... it is courting season now and suddenly frilly pieces of lace, grandma's antique doily and your daughter's ribbons are missing and cannot be found.

Faeries court in the fall I think, not in the spring, and prefer earthy tones, which compliments their coloring and helps them to blend in. Oh, not to hide from humans, of course, their magic can do that, but as part of the courting ritual, silly! Everyone knows a faery must play hard to get! And what better way to do that than to blend in? (Remember, fairy magic doesn't work on other faeries!)

And where did your husband's deep red handkerchief run off to? Why, it is the new silk blouse sported by at least four male fairies, all getting ready for the hunt, um female hunt that is! Their shirts are not as tattered I think, for they worked together to steal that hanky right out from your nose, to be daring of course... to impress the ladies later on, and they simply split it in fours quite neatly.

This, I must confess, is done also to impress the ladies... little she faeries do not like their men to be anything but impeccably neat and tidy! It is the females job to rumple them up! Every one knows that! That is why I think that he faeries are better sewers than the females; they take much more pride in their looks in hopes to entice the ladies.

Don't get me wrong, our tiny girl faeries take pride as well, even more so if I must say, but they know how much more attractive they appear in torn and tattered clothes, and it may look like they were fighting over that negligee, but that was carefully planned and staged! Boy faeries must feel that they are being fought over; that the girls would fight to the death for them! Oh, I laugh at their folly. She faeries are bestest of friends and no boy could ever pull them apart.

They just know how to play the game.


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