Tulip was surprised when Breeze offered to mind Lilian the following afternoon. “I won’t have time to bake you pies or cupcakes.” She told him.
Tulip frowned. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I am fine. Lilian is helping me with the ducks. They are not running away from me anymore.” He told her with his fingers crossed. And it was sort of true. They weren’t running away from him because he hid behind the biggest bramble bush he could find.
Much later when he was sitting with his back to a tree he asked Lilian to tell him more about the angel called April.
“I don’t know anything else except she is nice. But why don’t you ask her yourself.” Lilian said and moved closer to the pond to chat with the ducks. Breeze smiled as he heard her talking to the ducks.
Breeze looked around the woodland and the pond. He could see nothing but Lilian, ducks, ducklings, trees, water and the clouds. “I don’t know where she is.” He muttered.
Then he heard it. A soft giggling, gurgling sound, like water flowing across loose gravel. “So you are here. Can I see you?” When he got no answer he said, “Please, can I see you.”
She appeared as slowly and gently as a Summer mist. The air shimmered and he saw a pair of tiny feet encased in green slippers, a long flowing dress and finally her smiling face framed in chestnut coloured hair. Her wings were glimmering in the light.
Breeze thought she looked very frail. He stared at her. “You are tiny. How can such a tiny angel mind so many trees and keep them happy?”
She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “Angel dust.”
Breezed nodded. “Ahh, I understand, ” he said though he didn’t really understand.
She smiled. “I will show you, when Lilian is ready to go, there is a sad lonely tree living near Lovisma’s house. I think the tree is afraid of the troublesome witch.”
“April, you came to see me.” Lilian ran up to them and hugged the fairy.
“Of course I did, now would you like to help me?”
“Yes, please.” Lilian danced about them as they walked.
They stopped before an odd looking tree. “It looked bigger yesterday.” Breeze whispered.
“Yes he is trying to make himself small and invisible.” April replied.
She walked towards the tree and slowly flew upwards to the very tip of the tree. As she moved upward, there was a gentle rustling noise as the leaves in the tree sprang to life, catching the sunlight and dancing about. The movement crept along the branches making them stretch outwards and upwards. Then he noticed the trunk of the tree grew broader, and moved towards the sky.
“It is growing,” Breeze said.
Lilian giggled. “No it is stretching and wait for it.” She stood pointing at the tree.
As each branch bent gracefully towards the sun high above it looked to him like the tree was – smiling.
“It is smiling.” He said and noticed April was back at his side.
“Yes it is. That is what my fairy dust does. ”
Breeze smiled. “Thank you for showing me. I never knew it until now. I will try to h elp by telling the trees jokes and talking to them.”
“Thank you Mr. Breeze that would be a great help.” With a wave and a smile she left them.