2. Description of the fairy

        Thank you for your comments to my first post on the blog captivefairy.blogspot.com.  Some of you have been criticizing me for keeping the fairy captive and you have some good arguments.  You think I should let her go.  You say it’s wrong of me to keep a fairy captive against their will.   Also that it might be harmful to her.  Some of you have written how terrible you think it is for me to keep her captive in a hamster cage.  Several of you have strongly recommended I let her go.  I don’t necessarily disagree with you.
        I just want everyone to rest assured that I’m not planning to keep the little fairy in that hamster cage any longer than is necessary.  I just want to have her around for a little while and maybe let her get used to me and then I’m going to let her go.  She is a wild magical-like creature and I have no doubt she will immediately fly away and be gone at the first opportunity.  Then I will never see her again.  It will probably come to that someday soon, but for now I want to enjoy the moment and I’m trying to make friends with her.  I’m hoping, I know it’s totally improbably, maybe she will get used to me and realize I’m harmless and want to come visit once in a while.  She’s not a person, she’s a fairy, and I really cannot predict what might happen.  I do feel bad about keeping her trapped for now, but she’s not being harmed and I cannot bring myself to release her right away.  I will let her go eventually, I know I have too.
        It’s so much fun watching the fairy.  She’s especially active moving about the hamster cage when she thinks I’m asleep.   In a lot of ways she acts very much like a human might in similar circumstances, and when you look at her subjectively, you might think she looks human too, ignoring the fact she’s only about eight inches tall.  I actually held a ruler up to her the last time she was asleep.  Her face is her most human feature and she is very expressive.  She often has the most amusing expressions, not at all hard to read, like anger, happiness, frustration, pleasure, amusement, irritation, even embarrassment..
        Her wings are the greatest curiosity.  They’re almost totally transparent, the membrane kind of shiny like plastic, but with ribs that appear to be incredibly flexible - which she can extend or curl at will.  When in the curled and tucked position she lays her wings flat along her back and they mold or fit perfectly to the curve of her back, such that they protrude no more than a thin backpack might.  When uncurled, as if for flight, which I’ve rarely seen her do, only to stretch and when she thinks no one is awake, her wings extend out to more than you would expect for a creature of her size, considerably taller than her head and as low as her calves in height, and as wide as two arm lengths, rounded at the top and tapering to tips at the bottom.  They sparkle and reflect the light and seem to shimmer.
        Her face is oval in shape and has kind of an elfish look.  Her eyes round and large but alert and always darting about, missing nothing.  Those large eyes of hers are her most lovely feature - deep murky brown, with gold specks orbiting the irises.  She uses them in the most imploring of ways and they’re perfect for arousing sympathy when she looks up at you in a pleading manner.  I love it when she looks at me.  She pouts a lot though, and grimaces at me from time to time, communicating her displeasure through those amusing facial expressions.  Sometimes she even scrunches her face at me.  She might have pointy ears, I don’t know because I haven’t seen them beneath her hair, which is very thick and heavy, chestnut in color, and extremely dense, different in texture from human hair - very thick, reminds me of fur almost, but longer.  Her hair fully covers the top and back of her head and even extends down her neck and a little down the middle of her back to where her wings protrude.  She can move her hair in a way similar to how a dog moves the fur on the back of its neck, making it stand up when angry or agitated, or cause it to lie flat when scared or being demure, or maybe for when in flight so it doesn’t get in her eyes.  That hair is her most unusual feature, next to those amazing gossamer wings of course.
        The fairy has a willowy figure, not that different from teenage girls at my school, except her legs seem exceptionally long, proportionally longer anyway.  They look well suited for running and jumping, with limber, well defined muscles.  When standing, she keeps her knees bent a little, giving the impression she might want to take off into flight at a moment’s notice, and when she walks there is a bouncing gliding motion to her step.
        The fairy has clothes of course.  I found her wearing what looked like an odd sort of jumpsuit – made of leather, and one-piece, no thicker than a ballerina’s leotard, only without sleeves for her legs or arms, flesh-toned in color, exactly matching the hue of her skin.  The leather appears durable and maybe elastic, but thin, compared to leather I’m used to anyway; perhaps it came from a small rodent.  It fits her snugly.  The jumpsuit is open in the back, giving room for her wings, and looks as if it came from a single piece for I haven’t noticed any stitching, with circular openings for her head, each arm, and her legs, and is fitted tightly around her torso, so it doesn’t flap when she flies, I assume.  Her face, neck, arms and legs are thus all bare.  She wears a belt around her waist and maybe, it’s hard to tell for sure, a small bag or pouch that she keeps attached to the belt and tucked back under her wings.  She also wears a pair of leather slippers on her feet.
        All in all, more than just because she’s so small, she strikes me as very fragile and delicate, kind of ethereal, especially when her wings are out and the sun is striking across them and making them sparkle.
        She’s so full of energy she has trouble sitting still for any length of time at all.  She’s always looking out from her cage at things in my room, and watches me constantly, although she tries not to be obvious about it.  She strikes me as very curious in nature, and I think she must be intelligent, for I can see it in her eyes and in her face and in the way she reacts when I speak to her, although she doesn’t talk back.  I just love watching her.
        I haven’t decided yet when I’m going to let the fairy go.  I would like to keep her forever, but I know it can’t last.  Only two other people have seen the fairy - Westley, a good friend, and Madison.  I worry about Madison.  She’s going to give me away.  I just know she’s going to tell someone.  She can’t stand me keeping the fairy captive and I don’t think she’s going to be able to keep quiet for much longer.  I wish there was some way I could keep the fairy.  I anyone has some good ideas please let me know.  Can’t wait much longer.  I hate to give her up.

     October 2, 2012
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