6 Young Lad

Another three years passed and it seems the boy has appeared once more,

though not concerned the Auburn fairy was reminded of the curly haired fairies words once more 'his heart shall swell with greed'

unknowing she let it affect her,

The boy, now at the ripe age of twenty appeared from behind the soft green leaves touching along shiny smooth rocks gazing at the eternally beautiful fairy with platonic eyes,

He slid upon her rock a coal burning smile smeared across his face,

the young lad now boasted of his lover, seemingly had come only for such reasons

'she is kind and can cook and smells of freshly picked strawberries' he sang, he sang, of his lover, he loved,

The youthful fairy smiled kindly in appreciation though she did not understand the likes of his passion

suddenly the young lad paused in his boast 'though I love her so dearly, so clear as day,  I am not her only choice'

the young lad continued 'I plan to marry her but I dread she may falter in her decision'

the young lads eyes drifted around, giving way to someone who'd witnessed their own heart being torn apart,

How could such a young human feign so sad?

The auburn fairy fluttered in her thoughts on how to help the boy,

she had no advice to give, she was no body of love

she has her butterflies of course,

though thoughts of the curly haired fairy couldn't help but make such ruckus in her mind

Though did it matter?

The youthful fairy wanted to spoil this boy

The enchanting fairy wanted his heart to swell

The auburn fairy decided it would be her fault should something go amiss

'Young lad I gift you once more' she sang

her now small batch of butterflies, flew around her brightly

'I gift you a heart of gold, shall you know gold be the color of a charmer'

And so a butterfly flew,

bobbing in the air

once,

twice,

before seizing the boy

He flowed in a bath of gold,

reappearing with gold eyes instead of green

Happily he chirped a thank you before disappearing once more

The eternally youthful fairy faltered in her glee, her vision wobbled as her butterflies seemed to leave her

Let it be known gold is a color of wealth, and which woman of the time could resist such promise?