“Wow! It’s so beautiful!”
Amethyst and the little green Faerie gazed around their room in awe.
The spacious room was bright and airy. There were three huge beds dotted around,
draped in beautiful linens. There was a notice board on the wall that had a large
sign on it.
“Welcome new students! I hope your room is everything that you desire.
To change the décor, simply touch the item and state your desire.
To manifest anything, just speak your request out loud, three times.
If there are any problems, questions or concerns, write them down on
this board and they will be dealt with. We will be reconvening in the
main hall later on today. See you there! Velvet.”
The Faerie’s eyes widened. “We just touch things, and they change?
I’ve gotta try this!” She flew over to the nearest bed and touched the
sheets. “Green!” Instantly, the sheets turned the colour of spring grass.
The Faerie squealed in delight, and started zooming around the room,
touching things and yelling out colours and patterns, until the room
looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope.
Amethyst looked around, amusement showing on her face. “Hmm,”
she said. “I may just change a few things around my bed, if that’s
okay with you?”
The Faerie was bouncing up and down on her bed. “Okay!”
The Angel went to the bed opposite and touched the sheets.
“Amethyst,” she said. Instantly the sheets turned a shimmering
lilac colour. The Angel nodded happily. She touched the wall behind
her and said: “A meadow on a breezy summer’s day.” The wall took
on the appearance of a meadow, with a bright blue sky, lazy clouds
drifting along, wildflowers in bright colours and the long grass swaying
in an unfelt breeze.
“Ooh!” the Faerie said. “That’s so beautiful! I’m going to try!” She
flew to her wall and touched it. “A lawn from a Faerie’s point of view.”
Giant blades of grass appeared, a huge ladybug crawled slowly up one
of them, and a massive ant ambled past. The Faerie flew around in circles.
“It’s so life-like! It feels like I’m back home again!” She stroked the moving
image of the ladybug. “I wonder how Larry is,” she muttered to herself.
Michelle Gordon © 2011