Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she ran slam into the waistband of a very tall fairy with long black hair sitting on the edge of a pond.
Etwas recognized the hair and hopped inside the back of the slender woman's pink shirt. Etwas bounced a few times on the waistband and when she had enough momentum, she sprang to where the shirt met the lady's back and the elf pressed herself against the skin and clambered up the netting of the blouse. Her host absent-mindedly swatted at the crawling elf, who kept herself safely against the long spine. Finally, the little elf reached the neckline and tugged her way up the black hair until she leaned over a prominent earlobe.
"Howdy, 'Cia!" the elf told her cousin.
"Oh! Hey, Etwas! Sorry about swatting you. I thought you were a flea."
"It happens," Etwas reassured her famous cousin, the world's tallest fairy. "Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm trying to sketch a fish."
"But this is a magic pond," the little elf explained patiently. "Everything in it is invisible. See?" The Elf dropped her hat into the surface and as the water slipped in over the pointed side, the hat looked like a visor.
"I know that, Etwas," her cousin explained, just as patiently. "I'm trying to sketch an invisible fish. It's never been done."
"Makes sense." The little elf answered and nestled onto 'Cia's shoulder to watch. The charcoal pencil skated back and forth over a bleached hide the fairy was using as her suface. After a while, Etwas hesitated and then observed, "You aren't drawing anything."
"I know," said 'Cia. "The stupid fish won't stand still."
And ever since then, Etwas leaves art to those with artistic temperaments.
Etwas recognized the hair and hopped inside the back of the slender woman's pink shirt. Etwas bounced a few times on the waistband and when she had enough momentum, she sprang to where the shirt met the lady's back and the elf pressed herself against the skin and clambered up the netting of the blouse. Her host absent-mindedly swatted at the crawling elf, who kept herself safely against the long spine. Finally, the little elf reached the neckline and tugged her way up the black hair until she leaned over a prominent earlobe.
"Howdy, 'Cia!" the elf told her cousin.
"Oh! Hey, Etwas! Sorry about swatting you. I thought you were a flea."
"It happens," Etwas reassured her famous cousin, the world's tallest fairy. "Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm trying to sketch a fish."
"But this is a magic pond," the little elf explained patiently. "Everything in it is invisible. See?" The Elf dropped her hat into the surface and as the water slipped in over the pointed side, the hat looked like a visor.
"I know that, Etwas," her cousin explained, just as patiently. "I'm trying to sketch an invisible fish. It's never been done."
"Makes sense." The little elf answered and nestled onto 'Cia's shoulder to watch. The charcoal pencil skated back and forth over a bleached hide the fairy was using as her suface. After a while, Etwas hesitated and then observed, "You aren't drawing anything."
"I know," said 'Cia. "The stupid fish won't stand still."
And ever since then, Etwas leaves art to those with artistic temperaments.
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