It<br />
was a warm evening, the warmth enveloping the small fairy like a<br />
comfortable blanket even as she flew, contrasting pleasantly with the<br />
cool rush of air caused by her own motion. Night had almost fallen;<br />
her shimmering, fast-beating translucent wings reflected the light<br />
from the fading sun, and the weaker glow of the large rising moon. It<br />
would be a clear night; there were no clouds, and only a curved<br />
sliver was missing from the moon’s near-full orb. The twilight kept<br />
the features of the for