so believe fairies are born from a laugh, or born from the earth, some believe they are evil or nice, but how a fairy is born, is from a flower, a specific flower that has to grow in the river stream and never be touched, a lily flower, from a lily pad.

Orson was flying over the river stream, keeping an eye out for any new flowers or spuds, and watching for the new fairy birth that was so rare now. Humans and the mythic forest have been at war, destroying the lands and in turn, destroying the lily flowers, Orson sighed as he landed by the bank, sitting down for a bit, every fairy is different, different color, different wing type, he was a light blue with black tipped wings, faded blue hair with the magic to grow and harbor water life

but as he sits, he sees a lily flower, unopened and not yet touched, he cocked his head as he watched it carefully