Faerie II

This poor little faerie has to have a name before I let her go any further. The name?

Niamh. Goddess of he queens of the land of eternal youth... meaning radiance; brightness. I like.


Unsure where to go, Niamh slips into the shadow along the edge of the building nearest to her. After waiting frozen for several minutes, she sees an animal unlike anything she's ever been exposed to. It has four legs whose feet look like flat stones rolling along their edges, a big female human pushes it along by what could be ears or maybe tails, and in the beast's open belly sits a young human, too young even to communicate with the others. Intrigued, Niamh grabs hold of a narrow tendril between two of the feet and feels the speed of travel.
A long way- perhaps 200 hundred feet- down the path, the human child begins to stir, and suddenly lets out a noise unlike any Niamh has ever heard. A cross, she thinks, between the bird's cries and the human voice. She wonders why the beast she is riding does not protest this angry squawk or the desperate flailing of the child's limbs. Only now does she notice that the beast has narrow, scaly looking arms which wrap around the small human's body, binding it into the beast's abdomen. It seems odd to her that the child's mother only moves with the creature, and makes no attempt to fight it for her child. Then Niamh lets out a sigh too quiet to be heard by any but the most attentive of humans in the most serene of places. Humans act so differently that the other animals I know...