Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot did get better, although it took a long time. The fairies worked to make his skin a better fit. They walked on it with their little fairy feet, massaging and stretching it to a handsome texture. Toybels’s bones returned to their proper shape and proportions. The fairies told him that they often took children away from terrible situations to make them better. Toybels listened but did not understand. He assumed that the fairies were the same as he was. He loved their fairy skin and their fairy wings. He grew up, but so slowly that he hardly noticed.

Labels: Prodigy