Our Little Fairy (Discontinued)

Little Fairy

In the bustling streets of London, England, a small family of three can be found driving through the snow covered roads. 

"...Mamma? Where are we going?" a small, sleepy voice asked from the backseat of the car. 

The young woman sitting in the passenger seat shifted slightly to face her daughter, ice blue eyes softening at the sight of her young one. She mentally squealed at her daughter's perpetual tired/sleepy/apathetic look that just made her look so darn adorable! "We are going to visit Mamma and Pappa's friends from Tōstuki remember?"

"...Tōtsuki? The very important school that Mamma and Pappa learned to cook yes?" the little girl murmured to herself quietly, her voice a little breathy thing that sounded like she was about to fall asleep where she sat.

The father glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "That's right Yōsei-chan. Okaa-san and Otou-san want to introduce you to our headmaster, Nakiri Senzaemon, and his granddaughters tonight. One of them has a special little talent like yours Yōsei-chan."

"...Special?" she pondered to herself oblivious to the knowing looks her parents traded in the front of the car. 

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The trio soon arrived to the Nakiri's London home and left their car with a waiting valet. They ascended the front steps of the building and were ushered inside by the butlers, who graciously alleviated them of their heavy winter coats. 

The little girl tiredly walked beside her mother, gripping tightly on to the offered hand while trying to rub the sleep away from her beautiful chocolate brown eyes with ice blue flecks near the center. Little Faelyn had managed to inherit the best of both her parents with her unique combination of their eyes, her mother's silvery blonde hair, her father's small facial structure, and her mother's delicate bone structure. In total, she looked every bit of the fairy she was named as and then some. 

Faelyn watched silently as her mother and father flitted about the large crowds of people, talking and occasionally introducing them to her, in which case she offered a small curtsy that usually sent the women and men cooing over her. She glanced over at the tables across the ballroom that was filled to the brim with hundreds of the best dishes available in the world. 

Starting to feel a bit peckish, Faelyn cautiously tugged on the hem of her father's coat and pointed towards the food when she caught his attention. Seeing where she was pointing towards, her father smiled indulgently and nodded for her to go have a taste of whatever caught her fancy. 

Carefully detaching herself from her parents, Faelyn gracefully made her way across the room, causing her dark blue dress to swish about her knees as she danced over. 

She nicked a small plate meant for samples off a large stack beside the tables and carefully made her way down. She belatedly realized that the chefs who made the food were standing at attention behind their dishes, but she paid them no mind. 

The first dish that she came across was a small plate of creamy au gratin potatoes with sprigs of rosemary and thyme as garnish. 'It certainly looks pretty I suppose,' Faelyn mused to herself, but the minute she lightly sniffed the dish, she immediately backed away with a look of discontent on her face.

'The potatoes were blanched for three minutes too long, there are 14.83 grams too much of salt, the butter was added too early and has soured slightly due to the heat, etc. etc.' Faelyn mentally counted in her mind all the faults of the dish. 

'My goodness! I thought this was going to be more than just novices playing chef...oh maybe that's too mean. After all not everyone can be as good as Mamma and Otou-san, so maybe a B...B- okay?' Faelyn mentally nodded at her conclusion although her decision would have been much harsher had she been anyone else, but alas the young girl was too kind-hearted to be so mean to anyone...even if they did deserve it.