Regardless of Andreas new 11 years of memories as a male named Andrew she still had to patrol the barrier. Especially now since her coldness was not tied to her self.
Still she couldn’t let it go completely.
Why was she here? Not HERE, she knew she had to check the barrier, but why this Andrew guy?
What was his reason for exiting?
Fairies all served a purpose to keep the forest from decaying, in one way or another.
But this Andrew kid seamed like a waist of life. Sure Andrea knew she was insulting her self, but 5,000 years of experience and memories at life over a mere child’s 11 tends to make her feel she knew a lot more than someone who would rather play on a personal game console than work to improve his own home.
Soon Andrea’s body was so cold she could no longer fly, and was forced to land rubbing her self to warm up, her nipples fully erect. She had not wanted such a distance on the ground before, her cold body shivered as she moved between the tall grass blades. Her feet soon turned black on their bear soft souls.
The small Andrew part of her brain was telling Andrea to abandon her duty to the forest and seek out the culprit responsible for placing him in this “weak girly body”.
But the larger Andrea part reminded him that without this duty the entire forest would be destroyed. The fairies had had piece for time stretching back to before the worlds first recorded languages. And it wasn’t going to end just so One 11 year old child could regain another 60 at most years at life in a world of war and disasters.
Andrea’s breath was now visible in the sunny day as she walked along the edge of the barrier, still rubbing her smooth skin in a failing effort to keep warm, still shivering. finally she found it. A small sword laying on a leaf. The sword was as long as her fingers to her elbow.
Andrea’s skin was ice cold. That was definitely the source.
Andrea had never seen a fairy sword before. Never even knew what a sword was. Thankfully Andrew did.
It was a shame fairies didn’t make swords now. It was quite beautiful. A vine handle and swirling symbols along the silver blade. Fairies could not touch silver so Andrea wondered how it was forged. Perhaps the elf’s?
Regardless Andrea found the source of the cold. A fairy sword. Plus there was this Andrew kid in her memories.