It was a beautiful, if chilly, day in Kvara and Georgia and I had taken the girls into town to play at the park. The girls were in little corduroy pants and light jumpers – a lemyrkûn on Kaelee’s and a shalfreid on Dejah’s. Crystabel had done a darling braided crown out of their hair, some ribbons, and several small marĵel blossoms; the flowers, braids, the yellow blonde of their hair, and their nearly perpetually laughing faces made the two of them look perfectly fae.
Georgia also looked rather fae, herself, in a light dress and a lace cardigan both a pale pink and bare legs and feet below the knee-length skirt. How my beloved manages not to freeze to death in cold weather never ceases to marvel me. I’ve known her since she was two and in weather that sensible people wore a warm shirt, at least, she’s happily prancing about as near to nude as not to make a difference. Her platinum white hair loose and blowing freely in the breeze as she danced and ran laughing merrily as she joined the twins in their game.
I wished I cold join them, but I had some damnable head cold and so contented myself to sit sipping coffee while I watched my beautiful family at play and listened to some buskers nearby.
No sooner had I finished my coffee (and a sneezing fit) than all three of them accosted me, Kaelee and Dejah shouting, “Mamai! Mamai! Dance!” in unison as each grabbed a hand and began pulling me to my feet.
“They’re right, love,” Georgia said as she helped the girls’ tugging.
Georgia grabbed one of my hands, one of Dejah’s, who was already holding Kaelee’s, who kept hold of mine … and at a wink from my beloved the buskers all struck up a lively tune and, before I knew it, we were in a circle dance that steadily grew as other people joined and a few other circles formed. It was a glorious impromptu faire enjoyed by all; everyone was smiling and laughing gaily by the end of the nulaire before the musicians and park goers were just too exhausted. I’ve never seen a tip jar fill so quickly. My own darling wife had thrown an hundred credit coin in herself, I learned later, when she’d asked them to play the tune during a brief nap I’d been too exhausted to even realise I’d taken after the picnic.
I’d had so much fun I’d forgotten to feel ill, and by dinner I could even breathe properly again for the first time in days.