The fairy takes off, carrying you with her; through the woods past trees and over pathways until you reach what appears to be a flowery meadow. Most of the flowers you recognized from real life or pictures, others you didn’t but which seemed normal enough, but then there were a few which seemed to give off an otherworldly glow, most of which had their buds closed.
“Oh, look at this.” The fairy said, gesturing at you to look at one flower with two fairies hovering close by. The bud was stirring and it slowly opened. A small child with wings was inside. “Ah, the miracle of life.” The fairy said before hauling you off to another part of the meadow.
“Was that…” you start,
”How fairies are born?" The fairy finished. "Partly. The seeds to those flowers do have to come from somewhere, but that’s not the only way to make a fairy. Ah, we’re here!” She said as she stopped at a completely different kind of flower.
She cupped her hands together and produced a larger mound of dust, blowing it at the flower causing it to glow faintly. You’re almost afraid to ask, but curiosity gets the better of you. “And the other ways?” She swings you above the blossom and drops you onto the blossom. You stand up but the scent of the flower seems to be having a relaxing effect on you.
“Well, if a fairy is like a butterfly, then you could be like a caterpillar, and this flower is your chrysalis.” The fairy answered bluntly.
"What?!” The flower had already closed around your feet restraining you. The petals wrap around your body, cocooning you within its fragrant bud. “Please… don’t…” The panic you feel doesn’t subside, even as your body loosens its tension.
"Well, I can't exactly lug you around everywhere!" The fairy responds. "So what better way to get around than with your own wings?"
Before you could protest further, the flower bud closes firmly around your body.