princessquinnella:
Flowering Friendship
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The Garden-Talent Fairies had done an exceptional job at crafting Queen Ranunculus’s scepter, Quinnella couldn’t deny that, and yet, she still felt a twinge of jealousy. She was used to crafting the gifts Ree so graciously thought for Quinn to present on any royal dignitary visit. A kind gesture from one ruler to another. Still, when Ree had suggested that the task of crafting the gift would fall to the Garden-Talents instead of her, it had stung a bit.
Her reasoning for it all was practical enough: Ree had said that the Flower Fairies would much prefer a scepter of flowers petals, leaves, and buds than of gold and gems. They had even used their Garden-Talent to ensure the scepter would never wilt. Quinnella had been able to supervise, but she hadn’t been much help in the actual crafting.
The card was written in the oldest of Never Fairy Language, in Ree’s delicate Leaf Lettering. Quinn’s reading of the old script was quite rusty, she had only a vague understanding of what the card said. The usual royal formalities, and promises of trade - one special magical object for another.
It was Ree’s hope that the Flower Fairies might have some knowledge of how to bring about one of Pixie Hollows oldest and grandest treasures - The Pixie Dust Tree. It had been lost centuries ago, in a great darkness that had befallen NeverLand, forcing the fairies to flee. The Pixie Dust Tree was nothing more than mere legend now, known only through the tales of the Story-Talent Fairies. It had been lost centuries before even Quinnella had arrived, and even longer than before Peter Pan, back when Pixie Hollow spanned the entirety of NeverLand, instead of the tiny secret grove the Hollow now resided. The Pixie Dust Tree used to the be source of all life and Magic in Pixie Hollow, before Mother Dove.
Quinnella pursed her lips, resting on a mushroom cap in the middle of a patch of Snowdrop blooms. She studied the leaf map in her hands, folding her wings at her back. If the visit were to gain the aid of regrowing some old tree, why not send a Garden-Talent Fairy? Surely they would be more sufficient for such a task. They’d already crafted the scepter, why not just take over the whole royal visit?!
Quinn didn’t even know where she was going! Why couldn’t she just have gone to visit fair Queen Mab of Kensington Gardens? Or Queen Tutupia of the Great Wandies? She knew their kingdoms as well as she did Pixie Hollow.
Here, she was completely out of her element! Each flower patch, though gorgeous, all appeared the same to her eyes. She still hadn’t perfected the Flower Fairy customs - nor worst of all properly learned how to pronounce the Flower Fairy King and Queens names!
‘Oh you’ll get it if you just keep practicing!’ Lily had encouraged. ‘Some flower names can be rather difficult to pronounce.’
Still, after about the hundredth time, Quinn couldn’t seem to get them right. “Queen Ran… Ranunk… Ran… ugh!” Quinnella could easily pronounce the long-drawn name of any jewel or gem, but these flowery titles were beyond her. She would much prefer the name of Achroite, or Alamandine, to “King… Antium… Anthem… An… oh Thistles!”
Quinnella rolled up the map in a fit of frustration - tossing it with all her might.
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The flower fairies were all aflutter with news of the Pixie Hollow ambassador’s arrival, but that had nothing to do with Galanthus, a snow drop fairy who had decided to flit about his patch of flowers and make sure everything was in order.
Unlike Neverland, where fairies were born form a child’s laugh, Flower Fairies were born when flowers who had gathered a significant amount of magic bloomed for the first time. From the first blossom of the flower and breath of the fairy, the two were intertwined with the health of the flower reflecting the health of the fairy. And so, like all flower fairies, Galanthus was very protective of his flower and the surrounding area, patrolling it and keeping it free of dangers. His flower aside, there was a joke among the local flower fairies that Galanthus should have been the fairy of the thorniest bush considering his personality. He spied something odd and his neutral expression turned to a scowl.
When Quinnella’s map sailed over the flowers, Galanthus spotted it and picked up speed to investigate. First he picked up the rolled paper, then he flew in the direction it sailed from. He almost missed Quinn sitting on the mushroom, but her glow caught his eye. Immediately he changed course to hover in front of her and held out the paper with one hand while the other rested on his hip. “Is this yours?” Without waiting for an answer he gruffly added, “Don’t litter here. I don’t like litter bugs.” She looked frustrated, but that was no reason to litter near his beloved flower.