The fairy lifts her arms, and you can smell the lilac on the air. A smile graces the creature’s lips, motion that bestows a strange sense of childhood innocence upon those who meet her gaze. You can feel the magic all around you, tendrils of it whispering o’er your waist, all the colours of the rainbow and more. Words, strong and pure, emerge from the fairy; for but a heartbeat, you are captured in the silky layers of her voice—a fly in a web. Beautiful and confident, powerful and mysterious, a spell is cast.

Or is it a curse?