the water fairy sat by the side of the springs and stared into the deep, calm waters. all she saw was her own reflection and nothingness. she allowed herself to be immersed in her own world, a world away from others. this quiet moment she needed and this stillness of time where she found herself again. she wondered when will her stealth allow another moment to be stolen from time once more. but that, will be left for tomorrow. right now, this moment, she deserved it. so this moment, will she savour and this, was all that mattered.

with great determination, she shut out the thousand and one things lingering from every possible corners in her tired mind.

she whispered a spell to herself, quietly and slowly. strength was to be drawn. relentless effort had indeed brought her some wonderful and joyous harvests thus far. fruits of such wonder in her heart had long warrant her a great pat on her shoulder, at least from herself. and, she had considered rather seriously to continue pulling the thread tracing to such peak once again. but yet there were other fairies around to look after the fruits to come and she was confident the harvest would be even more aplenty. hence, it is indeed time she leave the place for another, perhaps?
one could never know what is in the hands of dear fate. she thought silently to herself. but in her heart she thought, for a brief fleeting second, that she had heard an answer.