The fairy looked up at Iris and smiled before closing her eyes. A wave of gentle golden light swept over the fairy’s body. Her bruises vanished and her dress was mended. When she removed the bandages, there was not even a scar to be seen. “I’m okay thanks to you. Did you tell anyone about me?”
“No, I didn’t. Not that I had anyone to tell, anyway.” Iris answered. “But enough about me; what happened to you?”
The fairy explained, “I was sitting up in a tree when something struck me; I’m not sure what. I fell through the branches and hit the ground and was knocked unconscious. Oh, but where are my manners, I’m Goldenrod.”
“Nice to meet you, Goldenrod; I’m Iris.”
“Iris huh?” Goldenrod said. “Named after a flower, as all fairies are.”
“That’s interesting.” Iris said. “Iris the fairy. I could only hope to be as pretty as you.”
“Want to find out?” Goldenrod asked.
Iris was stunned. “You can do that?”
“Yup, in just a few minutes, I can have you flitting around on your own fairy wings.”