She was slight, and ever so pretty, with wings of rainbow gossamer and golden cotton wool hair.
She would elegantly glide betwixt the wildflowers under starlit skies; settling on fragile petals for mere moments before taking off to continue her midnight meanderings.
‘They’ mustn’t see her. Oh no. They would try to capture her – her beauty being a treasured trophy to behold.
And so she flitted and flirted; a glittering apparition sparking otherworldly tales.