on this very last night of the year, little water faerie walked by the same path where she first met him. she had truly wished that they'd meet again tonight, somewhat by chance. she had thought silently to herself that if they did, fate perhaps would have something more in stored for them, and she could have at least wished him a happy new year. yet fate was something neither to be grasped nor taunted. weighed down by her little thought bubbles dangled on a few strands of disappointment (at her own juvenility as well as the foreboding outcome of her silly wager), little water faerie strolled out of the mystical woods into the warm, dark night. it was one of those nights where she truly wished they had met.