Post by Scarlet Duvia on Nov 9, 2009 21:23:36 GMT -5
Scarlet ran as fast as she could. If you could call it running. It was more like flying with your feet. If you can imagine. It is quite difficult to do. But Scarlet was an experienced and very talented flyer.
"Get back here, you no good, dirty rotton, fairy!" cried a stingy voice behind the determined she-fairy. In her hands she held 2 ripe blueberries, stolen from Mr. Humphry's garden. And boy was she hungry! When Scarlet could no longer hear the flap of long used wings behind her, she dug in. Eating those blueberries like a starving wolverine, she didn't notice that she wasn't alone. She looked up surprised, and what a sight was she! With her red hair in a tangled mess, blueberry juice covering 2/3 of her face, her purple dress made of flowers torn to shreds, she looked near insane!
"Get back here, you no good, dirty rotton, fairy!" cried a stingy voice behind the determined she-fairy. In her hands she held 2 ripe blueberries, stolen from Mr. Humphry's garden. And boy was she hungry! When Scarlet could no longer hear the flap of long used wings behind her, she dug in. Eating those blueberries like a starving wolverine, she didn't notice that she wasn't alone. She looked up surprised, and what a sight was she! With her red hair in a tangled mess, blueberry juice covering 2/3 of her face, her purple dress made of flowers torn to shreds, she looked near insane!