Darrow Brook Fairies
How I met the Darbries:
Part Nine
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So, oooma raced back to the clan. Things had gone well and she wanted everyone to see me and welcome me. I’ve since learned that she wasn’t alone in watching me and others were already willing to accept me. The vote was unanimous but filled with suspicions and the agreement turned into getting to know who and what I was. In the coming days, I would hear “Who you?” and “What you?” often. I would always solemnly tell them who I was and what I was doing. Most often it was “What go on?” What you see?”. And I would try to explain what was happening and what was in the news. They didn’t really care much but they sure wanted to know what was out there. Time after time, I came out and sat down by my hemlock and they would come out to talk but mostly ask me questions. There was usually about twenty or so, from five to twenty feet away, darting and posing. Sometimes they would fly right up next to my face and say, “Who you?”
It was one of those times when one of them approached me and said, who you, that instead I started laughing, and said “Who you? who you? Who you! And pointing at each of them, startling them they all pulled back and then all started laughing. “Who you” they said and pointed at each other, over and over “Who you” and pointing, each time laughing and giggling. They didn’t say “Who you” much after that, but I kept telling them anyway. That’s when they finally started landing around me and oooma landed on my knee.
I could not believe how light she was. Even when she folded away her wings, and I felt her full weight, I was amazed at how light she was. She weighed maybe a pound at most, surely less than two.
I could not believe how light she was. Even when she folded away her wings, and I felt her full weight, I was amazed at how light she was. She weighed maybe a pound at most, surely less than two.
They all stared at her. I now know that it was because she folded her wings. That meant she was not ready to flee. It meant that she trusted me completely and she was indeed sending everyone that signal. Oooma was my favorite and she still is to this day. There is a special place in my heart for her. More than any girlfriend or wife. Years later, I gave her Daisies name tag. She smiled and took it home. Any of the other Darbies could come along and take it at any time. But they don’t.
She was over 300 years old, only 18" tall and weighed less than a pound, but she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.