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Everyone who has received a snow fairy figurine has noticed something is…off about their daily routine. They tend to head to bed a little earlier than normal and to sleep in later than normal. Regardless of their typical taste buds, and the weather outside, they seem to be cold things to eat and drink. Not to mention their energy levels seem to be low but that may just be all the shivering or the time change as surely there is enough sleep to be had.

The Snow Fairy figurines have also been extra peculiar as of late. With a beautiful gleam, they almost look as though they’re made of real ice whenever light touches their translucent forms. They never seem to be in the same place as they're left in and their poses seem different than they were the day before. While they look life-like, they surely aren't...right?


Yawning hugely, Daisy plodded through her apartment, shivering. She had to have caught a bug going around. Nothing else could explain her low energy levels and general desire to just sleep. Didn’t explain why all she wanted was cold stuff to eat or drink, though. Since her throat felt fine, it wasn’t a case of needing soothing.

Oh well, she had plenty of ice cream in the apartment. And it would take a decree for God in high to stop 7-11 from selling slurpees. Mmm… slurpees. Pausing at her fridge to grab a cold soda, Daisy chugged, hoping the caffiene would give her a little boost.

As she passed by the shelf where she had placed her fairy sculpture, she paused and frowned, staring blearily at the thing. Either she was going crazy, or the darn thing had moved. Again. Finishing the soda, she studied the fairy, trying to figure out if her general state of exhaustion was making her mis-remember. It was a possibility. And certainly easier to believe than she was going ‘round the bend.

Or that the fairy was alive.

Shivering a little more at the thought, Daisy carefully picked the figurine up and set it back on the shelf she’d originally chosen. Bright, cold morning light streamed through the nearby window and reflected off of the fairy, making it look like living ice. She paused in tired admiration. Hadn’t it been the left arm that was raised and not the right before? And come to think of it, the head hadn’t been bowed before, had it?

“Hooo, lord,” she muttered as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I had to have caught something the night in the maze. MY fault for getting caught up in things and sitting in snow for who knows how long. And now I’m low-key hallucinating. Fun.”

It had to be a bug. Otherwise, she was either crazy or the figure was alive. And that was just unnerving to think about.

“I mean, you can’t be alive, right? You’re just pretty crystal that someone entirely too clever turned into a fairy. I have got to be imagining things…”

Flopping down into a chair, she continued to watch the fairy, marveling at how the light played against the crystal. Right, she thought. Let’s walk this through logically. No right thinking fairy would allow itself to be turned into a knick-knack for rubes like her. Sure, she was trying to apply logic to something mythical, but whatever. It was helping her feel useful.

Now granted, the effect of the light was unnerving, but she knew jack diddly about lapidary work. Maybe it was possible to polish and cut crystal to look like something living in the right light. Who knew? She sure as hell didn’t! In fact all of this thinking was making her tired. Giving up on trying to solve the mystery of whether or not she was bonkers, Daisy snagged a throw blanket from the cough and burrito’d up. She’d just have herself a little nap. Then maybe some food.

Just… a little… n……………..

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