She danced to the music of the piper as he played his tune beside the fire. Feathered winds lifted her into the air…her spirit ran free.
She wore a garland of flowers in her hair and a dress that sparkled in shades of carmine.
She knew the dangers, but lost in the evocative sounds of the piper’s music she didn’t see his four-leaf shamrock.
The music stopped…he grabbed her roughly. She squealed, breaking free. With a wave of her fairy wand, a puff of wind blew across his face…he felt no pain…his eyes blinded, his pipe silenced.