“Stand up straight,” whispered, Lilly. “Remember, when they open the doors and say your name we walk forward. Do not look to the sides, or stare….”
“I know, I know. You’re just scaring me,” hissed Edith.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. You’ll do just fine,” she said, putting her hand on Edith’s shoulder. “I’ll be right here with you.”
The huge golden doors were opened by two lovely fairies, dressed in summer green. A male fairy, wearing all yellow, stood in the doorway, unrolled a scroll and said, “Bluebell, daughter of Buttercup, granddaughter of Lilly, you are welcome. Please enter.”
Lilly gave Edith a little push and she started toward the doors. She looked straight ahead and down at the floor. She saw her long blue silk dress skim her matching blue slippers. Her dress had an overlay of what looked like pale cream spiderwebs and she told herself not to pick at the strands. Bluebells were woven into her long brown hair and she wished that her sleeve were longer because she was cold. When she saw a line on the floor she stopped, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. No one spoke.
“You are Bluebell?” asked the Queen.
“Yes, Your Majesty, I am.”
“You were raised by humans?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, I was,” she said, looking up. “Wow! You’re more beautiful than Lilly said but, of course, that’s not her fault, since there are no words that could possibly describe how you truly look. Not really.”
There were gasps from the onlookers. Lilly made a soft noise but remained still.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, I’ve spoken out of turn,” she said, bowing and slipping her hand into the pocket of her dress.
“What is in your pocket, Bluebell?” asked the Queen.
“It’s nothing, Your Majesty.”
“I wish to see it,” said the Queen.
“I drew a picture for you but my human parents said that I couldn’t draw very well, so I was hoping that my drawing might be better in Fairy, but I’m afraid that it is not. I thought you could put this on your refrigerator, except it isn’t worthy of your attention, or anyone’s attention, for that matter. Lilly hung up one of my drawings because she’s my grandmother and that’s what grandmother’s do, you know, so that their grandchildren feel better about themselves.”
A lovely fairy flew to Edith and took the drawing. She kneeled in front of the Queen and held it up. The Queen took it and spent several moments examining Edith’s artwork. “I think your human parents were incorrect,” she said, passing the drawing to the King, who nodded in agreement. “I see talent there, in your choice of subject and color.”
“Thank you Your Majesty,” said Edith, happily. “Thank you very much.”
“I will have this,” said the Queen. “Wolves howling at the Moon. It’s perfect. Now about your mother.”
“What about her?”
“Why is she not here?”
“She is here, Your Majesty,” said a glowing fairy, who came to stand next to Bluebell.”
“You’re my mom?”
Buttercup nodded. “I came as quickly as I could, Your Majesty. Please forgive my tardiness. I was in the human world and just now heard that my daughter was to appear.”
“Will you take responsibility for this half child, Buttercup?”
“And you Lilly? Will you take responsibility for this half child?”
“Uh, excuse me,” said Edith, “I’m a whole child, not half of one. Both of my half match perfectly.”
“The Queen turned her head and covered her mouth with her hand in a graceful gesture.”
“You’re right, of course,” said the Queen.
“Lilly, will you take responsibility for this whole child?”
“I will Your Majesty.”
“Then Welcome to Fairy, Bluebell, daughter of Buttercup, granddaughter of Lilly. You may stay and live among us.”
There was a small smattering of applause, as Edith, her mother and her grandmother were dismissed. Just as they got to the doors, Edith turned and waved, “See you later Your Majesty,” she shouted.
There was a collective gasp. Fairies froze where they were, some moaned softly but the Queen simply stared at the child and then nodded once.