<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Xylie's opalescent wings beat gently. Imperceptibly almost. Raising her just a few inches from the floor boards. She peeked around the corner of the hallways. Her home was bustling various fae folk. Everyone was getting ready for the crowning festival taking place at dusk in a few hours. <br/><br/>The fae princess took a deep breath and held it. Willing herself to be absolutely silent. Sticking to the shadows, she swiftly snuck out of her busy home. As she slipped outside, she finally exhaled. A proud smile graced her lips. She felt so rebellious. Leaning against the firm, wooden railings that prevented people from falling hundred of feet to the ground, she looked over village. Well, her family's village really. Xylie was only the fourth child, the youngest. The only daughter of the royal blood line.  <br/><br/>The thick foliage obstructed her view somewhat, but she could still make out her family's kingdom all around. The beautifully decorated tree houses hidden from the world's view. She squinted to gauge the sun's position in the sky through the broad leaves above. She might be late, she then realized, scrunching up her small nose. <br/><br/>Leaning over the rails, she let herself go, falling over the edge. Xylie felt the wind whip her long white blonde locks wildly. Nearing the ground she righted herself and flapped her wings to slow her descent. Gently landing on her bare feet, she took off in a sprint. Not at all graceful as fae folk were not known for coming down from their tree top homes to gallivant on the ground with the common animals. As a matter of fact, they rarely walked on their own two feet even in the comfort of their homes. Xylie would have flown, but the forest around her was thick. And from past experience, she did not want to snag her wings on anything.<br/><br/>As a part of a more recent routine, she followed her feet deeper into the brush. Coming to a small, open area in the forest, her ears perked up. Listening. There was silence. Well, that was relative. The forest was its own symphony all the time. She sat down on the lush grass. Crossing her legs, she tucked her silk like dress between her legs. <br/><br/>What she was waiting for was an alluring sound beyond her forest. It was made up of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. Which was definitely saying something as faeries were a species known for their musical talents. She did not know much about the music, but a few things. They were mainly inferences she made from the few weeks she spent listening to it.<br/><br/>First, it must have been coming from one of those beings that resided below the ground. She had never seen one of them, but had heard stories. Second, and lastly, whoever-- whatever --it was came out slightly before dusk almost every day, and stayed there practically until the moon peaked. She never understood why they waited so long to appear. Maybe the ones below the ground were nocturnal creatures.</span>