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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy #11 (fantasy)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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	XII  The Forest

Collin, Brand, and his Grandfather had just
gotten settled in the library when the door
opened and Trink sauntered in "Didn't plan
on having a meeting without me now did yea."
Brand and Collin just groaned, the old gentlemen
grinned at Trink and offered him a seat.
Trink opened his mouth to say something when
Brand quickly said "tea, we are drinking tea
tonight, its good for the system." Trink just
winked at the old gentlemen and muttered.

Everyone sat in silence, finally the old 
gentlemen looked at the three just sitting,
and asked "are we waiting for something?"
Collin tapped his fingers on the arm of the
chair he was sitting in and replied "just
waiting for Keebler to come flying into
the room asking for cookies."  The three 
started to laugh, Brand finally explained
to his grandfather who Keebler was after
he had stopped laughing.

Getting down to matters, Collin looked at
Brand, "as I mentioned earlier today Bitsy
is very homesick, she needs to go home to
her forest.  Bitsy needs the forest to 
recoup Brand, I don't think she has ever
told you how difficult the daily shapeshifting
is on her body." at the look of question
on the old gentlemen's face Collin tried
to explain to them.  "Bitsy uses a spell
to change, she doesn't become something,
else, she isn't changing shape into another
being, such as a bird or a dragon.  She is
using her magic to enlarge herself, to become 
a 5'6" fairy from a 9" fairy.
The only fairy part you don't see are the
wings, which basically have just folded
inside the skin of her back.
I doubt she has also told you how very careful
she has to be, if she remains in her shapeshift
form for to long, she might not possibly be
able to change back, while that would not
kill her physically, I really believe it would
kill her very being, that which makes Bitsy,
Bitsy, she is above all else the tiny fairy
we all love so much.  I wanted to touch on
another subject, one a bit more personal,
but I had not anticipated our having company."
said Collin giving Trink a pointed look.

Trink just grinned and settled more deeply
into the chair muttering about it not even
being Collin's house and hadn't he always been
there for all the important discussions, why
leave him out now, that it was enough to hurt
an elves feelings.  With a sigh, Collin looked
at Brand and his Grandfather.
"Brand, you want children, you want sons to toss
around like Rav, you want little girls to worry 
and fuss over.  Your Grandfather wants great
grandchildren to know that the line isn't going
to die out, and to watch grow up and spoil.
Bitsy knows she cant give you those children,
or great grandchildren."

Brand sat looking at his tightly folded hands,
his knuckles white, he had just gotten his brat
back and it sounded like she was going to be
taken away from him again, he understood what
Collin had said but it didn't make the hurt
any easier.  He knew life wasn't always fair
but this was past unfair.  Yes, he wanted children,
he hadn't realized how much until he had met Rav,
until he had seen Bitsy playing with the little
hatchling.  He wanted the mother of his children
to be Bitsy but it wasn't to be. Sometimes when
she was with him, full grown he forgot the 
fairy part, that had been his mistake.  He looked
at his hands, startled as something wet dropped 
on them then he realized it was his own tears.
Brand stood up and left the room without saying
a word. 

Trink snorted and looked at the other two men,
then at Collin, "sure know how to dash a man's
hopes into the ground don't yea, Collin, didn't
even give the boy a whiff of hope did yea.
Mighty mean of you, if you ask me ain't like
you Collin, when did you get that streak of
cruelty in yea?" Collin glared at Trink "It
had to be said, and Bitsy wouldn't of said
it, she would have kept on pretending for
him, each time giving up a tiny piece of 
her soul." Collin slapped his hand on a
table, "She is the Queen of the fairies,
in the hearts of the forest, in the hearts
of the fairies, in the hearts of the forest
folk, one day WindWhispers maybe King, but
always in their hearts its Bitsy they will
love, turn to, need, go to for help and
we both know it Trink!"

Trink jumped out of his chair and stalked
over to Collin, "and your point is? does
that mean she ain't got a right to be happy?
ain't got a right to have a life of her own?
so she wont be bouncing babies on her knee's,
does that mean she has to stop being a girly?
what are you gunna do? put a sign on her oak
house, Queen of fairies, no love allowed to
enter. so says his high and mightinesss,
Virlane the dragon."  Snorting again Trink
glowered at Collin "Damn fool, dragon"

Hearing a light knock on the door the old
gentlemen went to the door and opened it
slightly, glancing over his shoulder at
the two men he quickly turned back, grabbed
the tray from the footman, slammed the door
shut and locked it.  Very carefully he set 
the tray down, staring at the huge dragon 
that was towering over Trink.

Trink putting up his fists bounced around
the dragon "what are you gunna do, toast me?
try it, just try it."  Virlane reached for
Trink with one of his huge paws.
The old gentlemen coughed and the two looked
at him, "lets calm down and have a drink to
sooth a few rather frayed nerves, fighting
wont solve anything and I believe we have
a few problems to work on."  Opening a bottle,
he mentioned "while I am not used to having
dragons in my library, I don't mind at all but
its rather disconcerting having a drink with
someone who is glowering down at me from the
ceiling."  With a sigh, Virlane inclined his
head and apologized, then with a shimmer once
again became Collin.

The two sat glowering at each other, each with
a drink in their hands. "What exactly were you
you going to do? hit me?" drawled Collin.
"why no, I was gunna bite off one of your
talons and stab yea with it, yea big twit"
muttered Trink. Hearing another knock at 
the door the old gentlemen went to the
door and unlocking it opened it looking
over his shoulder several times.  He listened
to the footmen, gave him some instructions
then saying they didn't wish to be disturbed
again he quietly shut the door.
Chuckling he picked up his glass and sat
back down, Collin raised an eyebrow and
looked at him.  "Lady Helen was kind enough
to send us several large mousers to take
care of Brands rat problem."  Hearing a
shriek they both turned to look at Trink,
who was standing on his chair looking
frantically around the room, "rats, yea
got rats? why didn't you tell me, why I've
heard of rats gnawing on a body, while they
be sleeping." Trink said in horror clutching
the front of his breeches.

The three had a good laugh after the old
gentleman explained to Trink about the rat
incident. With tensions eased, the three
looked at each other. "well now, I'm thinking
its getting bothersome calling you, my lord,
so what name do yea care to go by?" asked 
Trink of the old gentleman. Chuckling he
replied "my given name is Stephen, or if
you prefer you can call me Sheringham."

Looking at Collin thoughtfully Stephen asked,
"is there any land available in your area, I
shall of course check with the King about a
land grant, but I need to know my options 
first, by lands I mean an area large enough
to build on."  Collin started to shake his
head, when Trink jumped in "of course there
is the old Crackenmoor Manor, he died a while 
back leaving no heir, it went to the treasury.
if I remember rightly. That was about the time 
Rav arrived, you prolly didn't hear about it, Collin."

Seeing the frown on the old gentlemen's face,
Trink said "its a mighty nice place that, right
up against the forest, has lots of water, land,
good sturdy buildings, the manor house is big,
well built, If I remember rightly, the old boy
used to breed horses, to bad he didn't breed a
son or two but guess he liked his horses better."
Collin jumped in before Trink could start
muttering on the subject of breeding "Is there
a problem with this?" he asked.
Stephen nodded "if it has already gone over
to the treasury, to purchase it will be very
costly, I'm sure you're both aware that our King
is greedy beyond all understanding.  I am
considered wealthy by some standards but
not enough to try getting something out of
the Kings clutches.  Is there nothing else
in the area?"  They discussed the other
properties that might work, but most were
far from the forest and small in acreage.

Trink started to glower at Collin again,
Collin looked at Trink raising an eyebrow.
"Damnit boy, you cant sit on that hoard of
yours forever, you dragons and your hoards,
amazes me you don't sleep with it."
Chuckling at Trink, Collin replied "how do
you know we don't sleep with it? and I had
already decided that I would supply the
needed funds."  Stephen was looking back
and forth between the two having lost
some thread of the conversation. Collin
just chuckled and pointed to 3 chests
now sitting in the center of the room.

Grinning at Collin, Trink sauntered over
to the 3 chests and opened them and whistled,
as he saw the gold, silver, jewels of
every imaginable description.  Stephen started
to object saying he had no intentions of
beggaring Collin just to get Brand next
to Bitsy's forest.  Trink slapped his knee
laughing "this is just pocket change to our
dragon here, he could fill this whole room
full of chests and still have enough to fill
20 more."  "And how would you know that? Trink"
asked Collin smoothly, winking at Collin Trink
only said "we elves got our ways of knowing
things."

They discussed Stephen going to the King as
soon as possible, about whether to fill Brand
in on what they had planned, deciding not too,
until they knew if it was possible to purchase
the property, no use getting the boys hopes up
just to see them dashed, he'd had enough pain
already.  Taking a rather large swallow of his
drink Stephen looked at the two and said something
that he knew could change his life and that of
Brands forever.  "Why can't Brand become a
fairy?"  Collin and Trink looked at each other
shaking their heads, then looked at each other
again with questioning looks. Finally Collin
spoke up "I don't know if such a thing is 
possible, I would have to talk to Marluxion
and see what he has to say."  "You and Kat 
did something similar, it shouldn't be all 
that hard for the old dragon to cook something
up for Brand" said Trink.

Collin finally stood up saying he had to get
back to his family promising to let Stephen  
know if he found out anything about what they 
had discussed, dragging Trink along they left
the old gentlemen with a lot to think on.
Sitting at his desk, he started writing notes
requesting a meeting with some of the Kings
advisors.  Knowing the greed of the monarchy
Stephen didn't anticipate any problems as
he glanced at the chests sitting on the floor.

A very subdued Brand entered the library 
several hours later.   Apologizing to his 
grandfather for having left the room the
way he had he sat down with a tired sigh.
"I can't move in on Collin and Kat permanently,
but I will be visiting them as often as
possible until they tire of me and toss
me out.  I know my place is here with you,
Grandfather but I can't let Bitsy go, she
has become my breath, my life, my laughter.
I know I am the last of our line, I know
I need a son to carry on the name, If I
have to marry Lady Helen's horse faced
daughter and get a son on her I will,
if Bitsy will agree to be my Mistress,
then I will have to be content with that."

Stephen had sat quietly listening to Brand
knowing how hard it had been for him to
say what he was.  Walking over to Brand
he gave his shoulder a squeeze of understanding.
"Since I have no intentions of allowing any
horse faced great grandchildren into this
family, nor will I allow Lady Helen to 
become, no matter how distant, a member of
this family, we shall just have to find
another solution.  If things get too bad,
there is always your cousin Harold, who
would change the color of his toenails
to get the title, he would agree to 
change his name, so we need not worry
about the name dying out.  As for you
staying with Kat and Collin, I think that
would be acceptable, as long as they agreed,
just don't forget your old grandfather."
The two men hugged and Brand said quietly,
Thank you, Grandfather for understanding.
Walking to the door, Stephen smiled and 
simply said as he explained to Brand he 
had an appointment to keep, "besides I've 
become rather fond of the rat."

Brand stood in the doorway for sometime
watching the tiny fairy, she was sitting
on the window sill, looking out the window,
watching the rain sheet down the glass,
her little face light by lightning every
so often, her arms were rapped around herself.
she had such a faraway wistful look on her
face.
Brand quietly walked into the room, picking
up a chair he carried it to the window, she
turned and looked at him with a sad little
smile. Brand sat down and propped his booted
feet on the window sill then held out his
hand. She flew to him, he tucked her on his
chest and feeling how cold she was he pulled
his jacket over her.  He felt her tiny fingers
curl into his chest hair and smiled softly.
The two watched the storm outside for a long
time.

"Brand, I'm going home in the morning, Virlane
is going to send me back, he and the others will
follow in the carriages, I couldn't face another
trip cooped up in one of those things." He gently
stroked her hair knowing she wasn't done. He
could feel her tiny crystal tears on his chest
and knew his own tears weren't that far behind.
"I wish things had been different, I wish I 
was from your world and had walked into a 
ballroom one night and you'd swept me off 
my feet to ride off to some faraway castle,
to live happily ever after.  I wish I had
been a human woman who could give you sons
and daughters for you to be proud of but I'm
none of things, I never can be, we both know
it.  I'm a forest fairy, that's where I belong,
its a part of me and I'm a part of it.  Fall
is here and soon winter will be upon us, I
should be home getting ready for the cold
season.  I haven't seen my family in what
seems a very long time, I need to see them.
Sometimes I miss my mama something fierce."
A tiny sob escaped her as she said "I tried
so hard to belong, but it just wasn't meant
to be.  I love you with all my being, you
will always be a part of me, Brand.  I'm
not a fairy queen, all I am is a fairy that
feel in love with a human man named Brand,
that will hold my love in the palm of his
hand all the rest of our lives."

Brand tipped up her little face with the
tip of a gentle finger, he kissed her on
the forehead, she could see the tears in
his eyes and the tears filled her own eyes
once again.  "I want you back in your forest,
I want to imagine you dancing in the moonlight,
I want you where you will be happy, safe
and with family and friends. So we cant
have sons and daughters, its a difficult
thought but one we can live with.  We
have Rav after all, we will just adopt
him as our godson, if fairies and dragons
have such things, I can't let you fly
out of my life, I wont let it happen. 
I will be at Collins and Kats as often
as I possibly can.  Traveling during
the winter can be hard at times but
if the weather is to bad, just keep me
in your thoughts because you will always
be in mine.  I love you Bitsy, you are my
queen of fairies, the queen of my heart."

Brand stood up and walked to the bed, he
gently set Bitsy down on the pillow, then
pulled off his boots and jacket, he laid
down and snuggled her back onto his chest,
pulling a corner of the covers over her.
She feel asleep listening to the strong
beat of Brands heart her fingers curled
on his chest.

Early the next morning after a very interesting
display of temper from Rav, Bitsy was ready
to leave.  She looked at Brand and kissed his
lips and whispered against them "I love you."
then she was gone.

Bitsy stood in the clearing next to oak house,
she spread her arms wide and twirled around,
she greeted the animals and birds, then ran
into her home, she wandered around touching
everything, feeling the old oak tree welcoming
her home, she smiled and gave her thanks.
Then she went home, after greeting everyone,
listening to Keebler wanting to know all 
about London Town and trying to answer his
questions, she and her mama went for a long
walk.  They talked for very long time, Bitsy
explaining all about Brand, WindWhispers,
London, and her shapeshifting.  Her Mama
never berated her or told her she had been
wrong, all she did was want to know if she
felt Brand was her life's mate. Bitsy told
her how much she loved the human man Brand,
and that she had accepted how things would
be from now on. That even if she only saw
him once in awhile, it had to be better
then not seeing him at all, she told
her Mama about when she thought she had
lost Brand for good, and how much the
pain in her heart hurt.  At the mention
of grandchildren, she saw the sadness in
her Mama's eye's, then her Mama nodded,
if that is what the fates had chosen for
them, then they would have to accept it.

That night Bitsy slept in her own bed,
all snuggled under the covers and looked
at the braided wristband she now wore,
she had spent most of the evening making
it, last night as Brand slept she had
cut a long lock of his hair and tucked it
away, she had made a tiny heart of red 
crystal and wove the hair through the loop, 
she sealed it around her wrist and smiled
softly. 

Early the next morning she went to Marluxion's,
flying into his study, she gave him a tight
hug. "I've missed you, Mar"  The two spent
the morning drinking tea and talking about
London.  Mar laughed as Bitsy told him about
Rav's temper tantrums and he almost choked
on his tea as she told him about what she
had done to Brand at the dinner party, then
she made rat noises, giggling and laughing.
Mar didn't ask if Brand would be returning
nor did he ask if Bitsy would be going again
to London Town.  Instead he brought up the
subject of her oil and bathing pools, he
watched her dance around in excitement and
grinned.  The two discussed the how's and
where's for quite sometime, Mar promising
they could get started on that tomorrow.

Bitsy spent the rest of the day wandering
the forest, gathering late flowers and herbs,
she never had gotten her garden done but
there was always spring, she told herself.
Sitting in her study making a list of the
things she would need before winter came,
she smiled as she heard Keebler banging
on her door, she smiled and invited him
in and with what was to turn into an 
almost nightly habit, he showed up for
dinner.  She couldn't send Keebler off,
he was her cousin and her Mama and Papa
were the only family he had left, he
was like a puppy that needed constant
care and attention.  Sometimes he would
drag WindWhispers along, who would sit
quietly watching the two laugh and giggle,

Bright and early Mar showed up at the oak 
house with Keebler and Wind tagging along.
Bitsy like a little commander going into
battle, giving directions, until Mar told
her to go do some knitting or something
and leave them be.  With a mutter, Bitsy
went for a long walk.  When Bitsy got back
her pools were all ready, a huge rock had
been hollowed out, butted up against the
old tree, inside there was a slate floor,
with permission from the old oak they made
a hall and a doorway into the pool room,
the pools sat side by side, shimmering
in the candle light.  Keebler had wanted
them to put in a crystal dome for light
but WindWhispers was concerned that it
might draw attention to the rock, they
decided it could be added later if everyone
felt it would be safe to do so, since the
idea was very appealing. Bitsy was so 
delighted she gave the three big hugs,
only stiffening slightly as she touched
WindWhispers, telling herself those days
were done.  Mar showed her how to adjust
the temperature of the pools, seeing that
Keebler was about to take a test plunge,
Mar suggested they have lunch. Bitsy
fixed lunch for them and they sat
outside in the sun, eating and laughing,
it had been a good day.

The next week was filled with fall storms
and Bitsy stayed curled up in her library
reading in front of the fireplace.  She
missed Brand so much sometimes she would
start to cry then she would look at her
little bracelet and feel better.  Sitting
up smiling she ran to her desk and started
writing.

Brand walked into his bedroom, tired, in
a foul mood, his grandfather was acting
oddly and he was worried he was becoming
ill again.  The weather outside only added
to his temper, he had planned on heading
for Collins but the rain had turned to
sleet and there was no way he could ride
in such weather and not endanger himself
and old boy.  Stripping off his clothes
he washed and went to his bed, he reached
down to pull back the covers.
There on his pillow was a scroll, frowning
Brand picked it up and went to stand by
the fireplace to read it, He smiled as
he started to read all about Keebler,
her pools, the weather, Mar telling
her to take up knitting.  That Rav's
temper tantrums seemed to have calmed
down but that he still looked for HIS
Brand. She asked him about his opinion
on the crystal dome, she had even drawn
a little sketch of her pool room.
At bottom of the scroll she had written
that if he left a scroll on his mantel,
she would try and retrieve it, she 
wasn't sure if it would work but if he
saw it gone then he would know.  It was
signed, Bitsy your fairy.  Brand slept
better that night then he had since she
had left to go home, the scroll tight
in his hand.

The next morning, Brand sat down and wrote
Bitsy back, pleased that Rav had calmed
down, chuckling about HIS Brand, he mentioned
his grandfather and how odd he had been
acting, about a few of the dinners he 
had attended, about Lady Helen refusing
to be seated anywhere near him. 
He suggested that some saplings be planted
around the rock, come spring, that they should
shield the rock but not shut out the light
for the dome.  He liked the idea of the
crystal dome and wished he had been there
to help but he thanked her for telling 
him about it, he told her how much her
letter had meant to him.  He signed it,
Brand whose heart is held by his fairy Queen.
He placed it on his mantel, and prayed it
would be gone when he returned.
Bounding down the stairs Brand went looking
for his grandfather, scroll in hand, he
thought reading what Bitsy had written
might get his grandfather out of his 
strange mood.  That night Brand looked
at his mantel and the scroll was gone.





 
















 




































 















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