Told to go and meet My Lady, Queen of Faery’s, Gentleman, I find myself dancing by the river, dancing as an offering, because you don’t go to meet royalty without a gift.
He thanks me for my efforts, and I’m filled with such peace and joy – not what I was expecting at all!
He gives me a story, and tells me to run home and write it down, write it down before it flies away… and so I do.
I have caught a story, a story that feels like a little white bird, fluttering in my heart, fluttering to escape.
This story I shall share with you, swiftly, before she flies away…