Autumn. It meant her time was ending. Brenna pouted up in her tree, balanced on the tip of a thin branch. Her arms hugged around themselves, fingers absently tracing the green lines that marked her skin, as she looked out across her forest. A little shiver grazed over her skin. The air was certainly cooler than she liked. The fairy let one arm drop to fiddle with the gauzy spider-silk type skirt that fluttered around her calves. She twisted it in her hands while she tilted her head. There was nothing much going on today.
She sighed, and sat down, dangling her legs in the air. She was feeling rather morose, contemplating the fact that soon would come her ending time, and that rebirth would soon wipe her of her memories. Not that she had many. This summer had been so uneventful. Her butterfly wings fluttered in disappointment. She had been sitting in this tree for too long. Day in, day out, watching as the forest life ticked quietly along. With a sudden set to her lips, the fairy threw herself from the branch, and took to the skies.
While her wings were thin, they were powerful. She hovered upright, spinning in slow circles as she decided a path to take. That was when she was a shimmer dance through the sky. Frowning slightly, she followed its path. She dropped into the shadows of the forest, deftly gliding and dodging obstacles. But she couldn't see anything. That is, until she heard the fear-invoking cry of a predator bird. Her face turned frightened, and she looked behind her. It was uncommon, to be attacked like this, but it wasn't unheard of. Brenna's heart leapt into her throat, and she beat her wings as ferociously as she could, trying to evade the bird.
It was quick. Faster than her, and it swooped in close. Brenna felt the birds one wings knock hers, and suddenly she was spiralling downwards. She tried in vain to right herself, but she was plummeting down. Down down down. I'm not even going to see the season out. I'm not going to be reborn. This is it. The end of little Brenna. She clenched her eyes shut tight as the earth rushed to meet her. She landed with a thud, and the breath was knocked from her. The landing however, was softer than she had anticipated. Opening her eyes wide, she found herself looking at something ... green. Like it was part of the forest. But she could just make out the shape of eyes. Big eyes. Very big eyes. Like she had landed on something's face. Nose. Snout. Something.
Her mouth open and closed a few times, but nothing came out immediately. Her eyes were frightened and curious all at once. Finally, her voice found her, and in a tiny flutter, hardly louder than the buzzing of a bee, she spoke the first thing that came into her mind.
"Hello. You make a good landing pad."