Rose did not follow the foxes, “Wow, are they shy!”
An owl circled her crescent moon boulder, then silently landed on its highest point. “Hello, wild magic fairy.”
“Hi. I’m Rose.” She waved at the owl.
“I don’t have a name.” The owl looked around, “None of us do. Names are used by humans, fairies, and dragons.”
“Would you like to sit next to me?” Rose patted the boulder next to her. The owl dropped to that spot.
One of the foxes peaked out of the trees. “Look to your left, Rose,” the owl directed. Rose looked, and spotted the fox.
The fox spoke again, “She can hear us.”
“I know,” said the owl. “She can.”
“Is she dangerous?”
The owl studied Rose a moment, then spoke to the fox, “She has the potential to be exceptionally dangerous. But she doesn’t want to be. She doesn’t want to harm us.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve watched her for hours tonight. She hasn’t harmed anything. All she does is watch.”
Rose nodded, “Please come out and talk with me. I would love to meet you.”
The fox inched into the open. Rose saw he was scared. “What flowers come out at night?” She whispered to the wild magic, “Moonflowers.”
Several small vines grew from the ground, and grew in the direction Rose was heading. Soon, they were full grown, and flowers erupted from them, lighting up the night with dozens of Moonflowers in neat rows. “Aren’t they pretty?”
It’s Week 516 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. Please go read all the stories in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up every week.