I’m up for more punishment. Okay, this is a short scene, with a lot of dialogue, but I think it works well. Opinions?
Please, before you tell me that pixies don’t look like this, its fantasy, my fantasy. I am just interested in your overall views. I think, ultimately, the scene is a little sad... but that’s what I intended.
Steve
Just along the shore, Rebecca spotted an old worn path leading into the wood and instinctively took this path. The canopy of the big old conifers was so dense that it created a dark, slightly ominous mood, and feeling a tad uneasy, Rebecca gripped her mum’s hand, and tentatively, led her a little further into the wood. Soon they came across a splattering of fallen branches, intermingled with the biggest toadstools Rebecca had ever seen, creating a positively spooky feel, her senses heightened by a thick, spongy under foot, covering moss that stretched as far as the eye could see in this strange muted light.
‘Crumbs Rebecca, this is very weird, now I could imagine pixies and fairies living here.’
‘You don’t know anything, do you mum? Not the type of place you would get pixies or fairies, they love the sunlight, so they would only be here if they were lost. No, it’s much more likely to be elves, for sure it’s dark enough for them, and then of course you’ve got the bears too.’
‘Okay now you have to explain.’
‘Explain what mum?’
‘The difference between them all, coz I’m lost, I am sure you said elves like elms trees.’
‘Yep, they do prefer elms, but it’s only a preference, I am glad you listened though. So, to the difference, I will explain and sketch you some pictures as we walk along, if I can see that is, ha.’ She pulled a small pad from her rucksack and started doodling. After a few seconds, she held up her pad and said, ‘Right, fairies are gentle, soft creatures that love the sun, especially when it filters through the leaves, but not direct sunlight. Hey, Tinkerbell, she is a fairy.’ She then flipped the page over, doodled and showing her mum said, ‘Okay, pixies they are friendly also, but much more shy. You will mostly see the males; the females stay with the baby’s underground, unless they are playing in the crocus. Right, they are tiny little critter type creatures, very long pointed ears, wear really long pointed hats. They prefer to live under fallen trees, they like the warmth of the sun, but definitely no direct sunlight, it hurts their tiny mole like eyes.’
Her mum took the pad, flicked between the two drawings, and said quietly, ‘hmmm, I see, they are kinda similar but actually quiet different, hmmm.’
Rebecca grabbed the pad, doodled, crossed it out, doodled again, and kept doing this until finally she was happy. ‘Okay now we have elves, they are not nasty, just let us say, perhaps a bit mischievous. If you dropped your pencil, they would keep it. Whereas the others, the fairies, and pixies have an inclination toward being friendly, you would get your pencil back, eventually. The elves on the other hand are differently not what one would call friendly, they’re not nasty, just not interested in humans, not even curious. They look a little like the fairies, a little, but their wings, if they have any, coz they don’t all have them, are more pointed, jagged almost, perhaps like a rose bush, thorny. Then you have the bears.’
Her mum squeezed Rebecca’s hand and said, ‘Okay Bex, I know what bears are like. I must say, I love your tales, but how do you know all this?’
‘I watch them and listen to them. Like I said, keep your eyes, and your mind open. I have to say, I used to see a lot more when I was a little girl. It is hard to focus now; I seem to get distracted more often by other thoughts.’
‘Oh dear Bex, that is sad.’
Please, before you tell me that pixies don’t look like this, its fantasy, my fantasy. I am just interested in your overall views. I think, ultimately, the scene is a little sad... but that’s what I intended.
Steve
Just along the shore, Rebecca spotted an old worn path leading into the wood and instinctively took this path. The canopy of the big old conifers was so dense that it created a dark, slightly ominous mood, and feeling a tad uneasy, Rebecca gripped her mum’s hand, and tentatively, led her a little further into the wood. Soon they came across a splattering of fallen branches, intermingled with the biggest toadstools Rebecca had ever seen, creating a positively spooky feel, her senses heightened by a thick, spongy under foot, covering moss that stretched as far as the eye could see in this strange muted light.
‘Crumbs Rebecca, this is very weird, now I could imagine pixies and fairies living here.’
‘You don’t know anything, do you mum? Not the type of place you would get pixies or fairies, they love the sunlight, so they would only be here if they were lost. No, it’s much more likely to be elves, for sure it’s dark enough for them, and then of course you’ve got the bears too.’
‘Okay now you have to explain.’
‘Explain what mum?’
‘The difference between them all, coz I’m lost, I am sure you said elves like elms trees.’
‘Yep, they do prefer elms, but it’s only a preference, I am glad you listened though. So, to the difference, I will explain and sketch you some pictures as we walk along, if I can see that is, ha.’ She pulled a small pad from her rucksack and started doodling. After a few seconds, she held up her pad and said, ‘Right, fairies are gentle, soft creatures that love the sun, especially when it filters through the leaves, but not direct sunlight. Hey, Tinkerbell, she is a fairy.’ She then flipped the page over, doodled and showing her mum said, ‘Okay, pixies they are friendly also, but much more shy. You will mostly see the males; the females stay with the baby’s underground, unless they are playing in the crocus. Right, they are tiny little critter type creatures, very long pointed ears, wear really long pointed hats. They prefer to live under fallen trees, they like the warmth of the sun, but definitely no direct sunlight, it hurts their tiny mole like eyes.’
Her mum took the pad, flicked between the two drawings, and said quietly, ‘hmmm, I see, they are kinda similar but actually quiet different, hmmm.’
Rebecca grabbed the pad, doodled, crossed it out, doodled again, and kept doing this until finally she was happy. ‘Okay now we have elves, they are not nasty, just let us say, perhaps a bit mischievous. If you dropped your pencil, they would keep it. Whereas the others, the fairies, and pixies have an inclination toward being friendly, you would get your pencil back, eventually. The elves on the other hand are differently not what one would call friendly, they’re not nasty, just not interested in humans, not even curious. They look a little like the fairies, a little, but their wings, if they have any, coz they don’t all have them, are more pointed, jagged almost, perhaps like a rose bush, thorny. Then you have the bears.’
Her mum squeezed Rebecca’s hand and said, ‘Okay Bex, I know what bears are like. I must say, I love your tales, but how do you know all this?’
‘I watch them and listen to them. Like I said, keep your eyes, and your mind open. I have to say, I used to see a lot more when I was a little girl. It is hard to focus now; I seem to get distracted more often by other thoughts.’
‘Oh dear Bex, that is sad.’