Once upon a time...there was a faerie named Zelle. She lived with all the other faerie folk and gave her blessing to each as was determined by mother nature long before any of us were born. She saw sadness, swooped down behind each little faerie, kissed their neck. She left sparkly little glitter kisses, but what she really left was love... their hearts filled up. Sometimes the glitter left little shapes on their necks that stayed for the rest of their lives...sometimes it trailed down their backs...and once in a great while it was all soaked up. When it was soaked up the faerie that was kissed was given the gift of Zelle and was able to give love just as readily and always deeply.

Zelle lived her life giving to the faeries happily. She always received their gifts in return and her life was full and beautiful. She was a wanderer though. She let streams of water and wind carry her away from her home, but she would always find her way back.

One day she wandered further from home than ever before. She slept on the cool river. It flowed quickly with the bright energy of mother nature. When Zelle opened her eyes she found a world that she'd never seen before. It was big...very big...unbelievably big! The sparkle had warn off of most things here, though mother nature still had her mark on as much as she could manage. Nothing felt as alive as home does.

She picked herself up off of the water... Shook her sparkly little wings and laughed as the little icy droplets fell back into the river. She could hear each little drop sing as it folded itself back into it's larger body. She hopped and flied from twig to twig... feeling the cool breeze flow over her body. Her inner fire kept her from feeling the cold in any bad way. It just felt like life and experience and wonder on her glittery skin.