As you all know, fairies cannot fly when it's raining or storming. The reason for this is simple, because of their wings. If their wings get wet, then the dust that helps them fly is washed away.
This story starts with a talented little fairy named Derya (DER-yaa). Derya is a water fairy, but her talent lies in a different department.
It is a great honor to be born into the four main talent sectors, air, fire, earth, and water, but sadly she couldn't hone her water skills.
Derya was considered an outcast from there on out, that is until she met Ash.
Derya was sitting on the bank of a nearby pond, when she heard a loud splash across the way. The reeds quivered with the ripples on the water, and Derya went to check out the source.
She fluttered her wings lightly, skimming her dainty feet on the water.
It turns out, a craft fairy accidentally dropped his painting into the water. He was wading through shallows, his wings now dripping wet, and dragging behind him.
She studied him through the reeds, and was fascinated by him. He had a plain look about him, but his eyes were magnificent.
They were deep but bright blue, like the dew drops dripping from the reeds. I shifted my feet nervously out of habit, and the reed I was leaning on snapped in half.
I stumbled over my feet, falling face first in the water.
I gasped when my wings went under, as a tingly sensation crawled up my spine. I sat up, hair hanging limply in my face, and saw him now staring at my, a ruined canvas in his hand.
His mouth was hanging open, and he was looking from my dress, to my face, and back again.
I hastily stood back up, trying to brush the water from my clothes, twisting around to look at my wings.
"They are ruined" I muttered under my breath.
I turned back around, gaining the small amount of dignity I had left and said,
"Hello, my name is Derya of the water fairies, and I'm sorry for spying on you" I said to the mysterious craft fairy. Who was still gaping at me.
"It's totally fine" he said, regaining control over his facial features.
"My name is Ash, and you've probably already guessed that I'm a craft fairy" he said with a chuckle, holding up the ruined canvas in his hand.
"I heard the splash, and I came over here to check it out" I said while wringing out the last of the water from my baby blue petal dress.
"Thanks for coming over, I tripped is all" he said, also trying his best to wipe the water away.
"Were you painting?" I said, felling stupid the moment the words came out of my mouth.
"Yeah, the pond actually" he said, setting up his canvas back on the easel.
I walked over to where he was standing, and admired the painting. Even ruined by the pond, it looked amazing.
The water mixed the paint that wasn't dry yet, and gave the painting a sort of texture I had never seen before.
"This is amazing," I said, turning to him, eyes wide.
"It's not that great," he said grabbing the back of his neck, and looking at his feet.
"Are you kidding? I love it!" I said, lifting his head with my hands.
From then on, I knew that I wanted to get to know Ash. I wanted to learn what his life was like, and how he got to be such a good artist.