The fairy crested the treeline and was met with the bright rays of a mid-morning sun.  She was a bit baffled at how she'd been able to "sleep in".  Tents were notoriously uncomfortable and tended to get to an uncomfortable warmth quickly after the sun rose.   Either it was extremely cold the night before, or she'd drunk and partied way too hard.<br/><br/>Her wings beat quickly to keep her aloft.  So quickly that they were but a blur and only an outline could be seen.  A flapping hum, akin to a humming bird or insect, was made by their rapid movement through the air.  It was this ability, the rapid movement of their wings, and the metabolism which allowed the Fairies to continue it for hours, that likely resulted in them being one of the more short-lived Fae races.  Their natural lifespans were more comparable to humans than to an Elf.  In fact, with modern medicine, it wasn't atypical for a human to outlive a Fairy.<br/><br/>April hovered there, and watched as people moved instruments and equipment upon the stage.  She wanted to be up there one day.  On a big stage, and performing for thousands.  Her band, she felt, possibly had the potential.  They just needed a more charismatic front woman.  Like the Siren, Mia, who ran the open mic nights.<br/><br/>April didn't linger long.  The discomfort of her bladder wouldn't allow for it.  As she flew toward the porto-toilets, her thoughts fell upon Auggie.  There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about him - usually multiple hours a day - and today seemed like no exception.<br/><br/>It wasn't completely uncommon for a Fairy to bond with a human.  Throughout their shared history there were some very famous human/Fairy pairings.  Humans made good providers and protectors.  Always pushing forward, for better or worse.  Auggie was no different.  She both loved and hated the fact that he took unnecessary risks in the ring.  He could make just as much money, or more, taking normal human vs. human fights.  Heck, he might even be champion by now, if he did that.  That just wasn't Auggie, though.   No, something inside him drove him to take on the biggest and strongest around.  It was just his nature.  A nature she had learned to accept, if not appreciate.  Like this morning for instance.  She was certain he was out "training".  Left her alone in the tent with a stranger just so he could defy doctor's orders.  If he did something that caused those ribs to splinter and pierce a lung she would never forgive him.<br/><br/>She sighed to herself.<br/><br/>It was a hopeless affair.  She'd bound herself to him when she was only eighteen.  A spiritual process, as much as it was physical.  The binding was as much a conscious decision as it was done on instinct.  A typical Fairy would bind themselves to multiple individuals throughout their lives.  No doubt a contributing factor to their reputation of being promiscuous.  Each bound partner was a lifelong mate; regardless of whether they were sexually active.  A bound mate could just as easily be a lifelong friend as a lover.  Though, considering most Fairies' innate tendency to be affectionate, passionate and bold, most such relationship fell into the lovers category at some point.   It was fairly common for a Fairy's harem to all live together, support each other, and raise any offspring collectively.  The human's observance and practice of monogamy; therefore, was rather baffling and unnatural to most Fairies.  Even those few who attempted to follow the human's more stagnant and limited concept of love found something amiss in their lives.<br/><br/>There hadn't been anyone else, yet, that April had felt so connected and drawn to.  She was still young.  Her parents told her that the first was always a bit more special, and to just enjoy that time together.  April planned to do just that.  She just had hoped that when Auggie had invited her to this music festival it had also meant he was going to listen to the doctors for once and rest.<br/><br/>It had only been a few days since his last match, and he needed at least a month, if not more, to fully recover.  Knowing Auggie, as she did, she doubted he'd wait that long.  And when she would inevitably bring it up, he would tell her that no fighter ever fought when they were at one-hundred percent.  Even so, he could wait.  He didn't have to jump into the ring at the next opportunity.  He'd earned his right to pick his fights.  He didn't have anything else he needed to prove.<br/><br/>She knew he'd disagree.<br/><br/>Green eyes surveyed the ground beneath her and landed on a sight that made her heart sing out in joy, and her mind grow ever more frustrated.  There.  Right there.  Dirty and sweaty and grinning like a fool!   A grin which held back the pain his ribs must have been causing. A grin that likely fooled everyone but her.   There.  That gorgeous big dumb stubborn gentle man.  The joy of her life!  The man who would die for her, and the man she'd sacrifice everything for.<br/><br/>A loving smile came to her lips and reflected in her eyes, even if the rest of her face gave him an irritable pout.<strong>"You left me alone again,"</strong>she said petulantly.<strong>"What if that elf had chosen to take advantage of me and do unmentionable things to me, again?"</strong>she grinned at him teasingly.<strong>"Or, y'know?  Rob us?"</strong><br/><br/>Her arms landed lightly about his neck and she hovered at his eye level.  She was careful not to put even an ounce of her light frame on his due to his injury.   She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, but remembered the gross taste that had been in her mouth.  She didn't want to share that.  So she refrained from kissing him fully and as passionately as she desired before brushing.<br/><br/><strong>"What did you let me take last night?"</strong>she asked with her typical mischievous smirk.<strong>"It tasted like I had eaten the bottom of a moldy trash bin."</strong><br/><br/>He mentioned bathing in the creek and her smile brightened.<strong>"Sure.  Sounds awesome.  But I really need to pee first."</strong>