Holy King – Carri Angel Photography

They say the Holy King loves playing with the forest Fae, because they make him laugh the most. They fly hither and to among the shady trees, between the green ferns and into the dark hallows of the moss covered fallen trees. Occasionally bumping their wee little heads on a branch or twig hanging a little too low to be seen and avoided. Only to fall into the warm palm of the King’s waiting hand where he magikally heals their booboos and then laughs with them as they flitter off in a rainbow of color once again.

Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland

They say you can see the fae flying around the glen at night. And if you’re quiet and don’t disturb them, you can see their lights of pink, blue, green, yellow and white zipping here and there and all about. Caring for the animals in need, the plants that have been wounded and the flowers that sparkle with a little bit of faerie dust that turn to dew at dawns early light.

Somewhere In The Woods – by Technic

Can’t you see the little faeries flying from shroom to shroom, dusting their caps, perking up their faces, adding a little blush to their cheeks and giving them a little kiss of morning dew to get them through the day. I love these little guys.