A trap
When all the flowers, bugs, and leaves scattered, they could take a better look at the fairy. For that was a flesh and bone fairy. Right in front of them, watching them without even blinking. She didn't look older than a fifteen-year-old girl. Her hair, the color of the fire flames on a cold winter's night, was falling all the way to the ground. Her skin was pristine white as if made of the purest snow. But what captured their attention were her eyes—enormous eyes of the most unusual color, as if the sky and forest were captured inside her sharp glance. Her long, spiderweb-like eyelashes were trembling with every blink; she was wearing the most delicate dress made of air. The fairy floated, as light as a feather, then she slowly descended. She seemed really happy to see Ferry. "You're h
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