This fluffball is dedicated to Rainbow, because I owe her so much more.

(( prelude ))

There are faeries: they wake up right after the nightmares have gone away, and shortly before the sun rises to give sparkle to the soft cushions of dew blanketing every blade of grass, each fragrant petal, all the lazy pillows of moss, and forests and forests of trees and shrubs and pebbles and rocks. They are beautiful creatures, dancing through the darkest hour of what is neither day nor night. My friends say that they are beautiful because they eat only the freshest drops of morning dew flavoured by the radiantly loving rays of the sun.

How nonsensical our conversations are. Not the faeries: though I see none of them as I stumble through early morning darkness, I do believe that they exist. They are beautiful beyond words.

I am only one door away from the only fae I am familiar with. It is quite easy to get past that barrier, given my many previous successful attempts; I quickly shut it silently as soon as I enter, but not before a short burst of cold wind sneaks in closely behind me. Relieved and energised, I creep up to the sleeping figure on the comfortably soft bed, hugging the small form closely through the blankets as I marvel at its owner's face.

You are beautiful beyond words.

T.K. is a ridiculous child, srsly.

Gaiseu~ I a fluff, okay. Writing this was like stabbing my head with a spork.