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Fairy of the Whispers ATC

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Heart caught in her horns
magic in her hands
wind in her wings
clouds and whispers...

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ATC/ACEO (2.5in x 3.5in) mostly watercolor, with some glitter and acrylic.
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The... fairy, for want of a better word flitted through the air, sleeting through the night like a hailstone falling from the clouds, small, almost unnoticeable, but with an air of something that wasn't going to stop for anyone and who would definitely make an impact.

There was a gasp behind her. Without turning around or even slowing Anne sized up the source of the noise. Huh, human, barely. Individuals with magical proclivities could see fey of course, and if they knew what was good for them they didn't raise a fuss. Anne had once been a master (Mistress possibly, but the fey were never too hung up on the whole gender or body thing.) of influence, and had spread terror, fear and misinformation.

Once she had sparked wars, entering the bedchambers of kings and setting them against each other. She had turned whole villages against that old woman who smelled bad and sat in the clouds laughing as her screams were swallowed up by the mob. She had been the reason children feared to tread in the woods, stayed away from still waters and cried at night.

She had whispered of ancient fears at night, sowed doubt in the boldest hearts, driven great rulers to die, quivering and sick in their beds. And if any fool human had dared even notice her she had entered their dreams and sent them screaming from their slumber. No, this fool girl would leave her alone. Which was ironic, she had a lot of fool girls to visit.

Oh yes, once she had been great, but now, with the inexorable spread of humanity and the cold, pressing logic of their machines, she was reduced to petty bitterness. Which was ok, she didn't mind, slowly driving these naked apes to death and despair was her true calling, and there were always new ways.

She flitted on the wind, passing through walls as if they were mere fog, heading towards a new victim, a young lady in the prime of life. You could hardly see Anne's handiwork, the slighlty gaunt frame, the uncertainty in her looks. She was dying, it was only a matter of time. Anne flew close, entering the girl's mind.


Not good enough, you're still FAR too fat.


That was all it took. Smiling slyly Anorexia flew off to her next appointment