They arrive with the wind two fairies, barefoot and reckless, trailing sparks through the dusk. One hums constantly, always spinning, wings flashing like stained glass in motion. The other is quiet, sharp-eyed, always watching, always ready to catch the first one when they fall from laughing too hard.

They’re opposites in every way chaos and calm, fire and still water but they never go far from each other. Not for long.

They make mischief in gardens, steal sugar from windowsills, braid twigs into crowns and leave them where no one remembers putting them.

“Do you think this crown looks nice? Not to bad right?” He asked.