Persimmon bent over the small forest pool, holding back her long rose-gold hair with one hand, and gazed into the silvery waters.
Let a flower appear upon my face, she whispered to it. Any sort of flower. And my hair....
Petal's was three colors, she recalled. Her own was but one color. Perhaps she could fix that.
She took a pokeberry and made streaks of the purple-red juice through her hair, then found a blueberry and made purple-blue streaks. That looked well, she thought, although her hair now lacked the radiance of Petal's. And her eyes. They were but one color, a common lavender. And no amount of berry juice would change that.
But she would settle for making a flower appear on her face.
Perhaps she would just have to ask Petal the secret. But she could not yet bring herself to approach the Fairy Queen.
I am too far beneath her, she thought with a sigh. If only I could make myself worthy of her. Then perhaps she would make me her lady in waiting. I would be the happiest Fairy in Fairydom....