Riddle:<br/><br/>"Hehe, thank you so much!!"  The words were spoken in song, in a language completely unrecognizable by mankind.  The little red haired sprite was gleefully waving from the top most branch of a tree, her little feet clasped together at the zenith of the branches, her tiny wings unfurled and rustling in the breeze.  Above her, a mother hawk flapped her wings and lifted herself up into the sky.  The facial expressions of a bird may have been limited, but Riddle could see the unmistakable glint in her eye.  She replied with a well knowing screech and dipped her head down, sailing over the trees and flapping twice, lifting up and away.  Riddle watched her go with an expression so deliriously devious that it would have kindled the trickster in a newborn.<br/><br/>Clutched tightly to her little chest was a bundle of feathers.  Young feathers, ticklingly soft, that had been molted from the hawk's latest three children.  Riddle hugged them close, as they were sincerely precious things, and couldn't help but giggle to herself.  Waiting for the wind to be just right, she lifted her wings and let a strong breeze carry her off the spire of the tree and down into the woods.  Her petal-like wings were buzzing above her almost as soon as she was away from the wind, moving quickly through the branches and between the trees.  She had been waking up early every morning just to make sure she could keep this a secret.  Diving this way and that, she perched for rest on a small branch, and shushed a squirrel that was chewing there.  He cocked his head at her and flicked his tail, and then shook his little head and then went back to chewing.  Riddle was known for her little pranks, in this forest.  Some of the animals enjoyed helping her play.  Many of them knew it was wiser to simply stay out of it.<br/><br/>Riddle hopped away again, hugging the feathers and unable to resist a giggle as they tickled her neck.  At last, she came to the place she was after.  She climbed to the top of the tree and folded her wings over her shoulders like a shawl.  She had installed a single tin chime here, mostly by coaxing the tree to wrap around it and hold it tight.  Around it she had coaxed other twigs into doing the same, but with the ends all holding soft feathers.  There were more than forty here already, and she was about to add another six.  It was a precious spell, and the pixie hummed to herself as she beckoned to the twigs around her to come forward and curl around the feathers she sat around.  When it was done, exactly fifty small feathers would be arranged around the chime pole.  Then she took a little time to make sure they were all the perfect distance.  She wanted each one to tickle, to tease.  Her little face furrowed with concentration, a scowl so serious that it was adorable on her tiny face.  When at last, it was perfect, Riddle beamed and went down a few branches.<br/><br/>This was the real kick to the spell, she thought.  A small bottle had been hidden had been hidden behind some bark.  It was a perfume bottle, an ornate glass prism she'd managed to steal from some humans would wouldn't be needing it any longer.  She'd filled it with a mixture of her own design.  A sweet smelling herbal concoction that was useful for the skin and tasted wonderful.  Her other half knew it well, something she liked to call Perobinsmook Disnarion Fisnelmiopitom, although this other fairy preferred to call it Perdy Stuff.  Riddle enlarged her size slightly so she could lift the bottle, and stood the height of a small girl on the top most branches, speaking to the little chime piece while holding the bottle.  She could barely contain herself enough to recite the incantation.<br/><br/><"Sweet breeze, my friend, with feathers for fingers,"><br/><"And a lullaby chime, I have made for your harp,"><br/><"Play lightly, play softly, with a touch that lingers,><br/><"Let your song be felt, through my sweet smelling art."><br/><br/>The enchantment was cast.  A simple favor of the ever-present wind.  Riddle took a small bit of the stuff, just enough to coat the tip of her little finger, and dabbed it onto her neck, sliding it down.  The sensation was instant.  She felt her toes curl and her body quiver, as the sensation of fifty small feathers tickled her neck, the sensation from the chime now transmitted to the creamy herbal mixture.  She swatted at the stuff, trying to get it off of her neck, and only coated the front of her throat with it.  She giggled and gasped and gritted her teeth, placing the cap back on the bottle and unfurling her wings, dropping back through the trees branches and making for the forest floor.  It was a bit of a scramble to get to the stream, where she washed the stuff off of herself.  She felt lighter tickles move over her body, coating her left breast and falling down to her thigh, but she kept washing until the sensation had subsided completely.  She shrunk back down and lay down in the grass beside the bottle, breathing heavily.  She couldn't help but smile hugely.  It was stronger, much stronger, than she had expected it to be.  This would hilarious!<br/><br/>In short order, she had turned herself invisible and enlarged her size, carrying the small bottle with her as she fluttered home.  The animals were chittering about something, some kind of bull that had found its way deep into the forest.  She paid it little mind.  It would be something to look into later.  A rutting cow, lost in the forest, would be fun to play with.  They were so endearingly easy to enrage, those bulls!  It was shaping up to be a fun day already!  Even after this was done, there would be more and more to do!<br/><br/>She came upon their home quickly.  It was a gorgeous tree, standing alone in an idyllic sunbeam in the middle of a clearing.  A stream ran by over that that way, the grass was tantalizingly green, and all around the tree were vines and patches of carefully tended flowers.  Riddle used them for clothing, among other things.  Something she hadn't yet seen to today, in fact.  She stopped by the moonflower vines, admiring their otherworldly paleness, and peered down at the violets and daffodils that were blooming together, out of season, below.  A little yellow dress made from a daffodil would be simple and suited her mood, but she was feeling more like dressing up in greens and purples and whites today.  It would take a little effort, but where was the harm in that.  First thing's first, of course.  She grabbed a single moonflower petal and set the bottle down.  She would bury it here, for now, under one of the roots.  She took the petal and dabbed it into the mixture, shrinking down as she did so.  And then, screwing the cap back on and making sure it was verrry well hidden, Riddle flew up into the holes of the tree.<br/><br/>It was a lavish, charming little place.  They had warped the roots into couches and beds, made wooden pots and bowls, and even had flowers and furs for rugs and linens.  The sun came through the little notches the woodpeckers had so kindly made for them, giving the place a homey and lively feel, without overpowering the relaxing nature of the place.  The tree would have minded about that, but they were good to their home.  It was a healthy, hearty tree, large and old and beautiful!  Riddle flew through the tunnels and weaves of the passages, until she came upon the snoozing form of her other half.  The fairy named Kassie.<br/><br/>She was a beautiful blonde entity, strong and carefree.  Riddle tended to think the world of her, even if she still had to have her fun.  Riddle's wings stopped moving and she floated close to her slumbering form.  She was sprawled out so wonderfully, Riddle had to take a moment to drink in the sight of her.  The red headed fairy set the moonflower petal down nearby, and dabbed the tips of her left and right finger into the stuff on it, getting two nice fat globs of it.  One, she placed carefully on the side of Kassie's neck.  At the same time, another placed a glob expertly on her left breast, just above the nipple.  This done, Riddle quickly turned, grabbed the petal, and left.  She fluttered out of the tree and tossed the petal in the stream, washing her hands, and hurriedly went back to the flower patch to start gathering clothing materials for the day.  She was grinning ear to ear, hurrying, wanting to get back inside before she missed anything.<br/><br/>She would be in the main area, laying out the petals and coaxing them into shapes, until Kassie woke up.  It was so hard to keep from smiling, that Riddle decided to cut out a veil from some left over spider silk, before making her dress from weaving the grass blades and making a sash and corset from the violets, and matching sleeves and shoes from the moonflowers.  Oh, she was going to look so pretty when she caught up to that bull a little later!