Suddenly aware he was forgetting himself, Airold spoke again, his brogue heavy and musical. "My lady, you need to stay 'ere and read yer book. Around the time the sun casts shadows straight down upon this little patch of moss, yer Mo Anam Cara will be 'round to collect you. She will begin yer training."
"My Mo Anam Cara?" she questioned, repeating the words with care, but Airold was already scampering away.
"Read yer book," he called over his shoulder. Yet Neesa had so many questions. How did the forest know her name? Where was she? Who was she? What was she? And the only creature who seemed to know more than she had just ran off! Her head drooped to one side as she sighed deeply. This was puzzling. After a minute of thought she shrugged her shoulders. The morning sun was warm as she yawned and stretched her arms up to the sky.
Two beautiful opaque wings popped up from behind her shoulders, startling her until she realized they were hers. This new discovery made her smile. She decided to look a wee bit more closely at her own appearance. What other things would she discover? She moved her hands down her bodice and flounced the short ruffles of her blue tutu. She stood and twisted her body left and right, admiring how the short tutu stood almost horizontal to the ground. Jumping up and down, the tutu bounced along with her short, white hair. She jumped a few more times and concentrated on the feeling of the soft ground between her toes. Then she thought about her hair as it flew up and down. These sensations were delightful. Then Airold's voice rang in her head. "Read yer book."
She plopped onto the rock with a hrumpf and opened the heavy leather cover of her book. Reading was not something she liked. She already knew that...
By Rachel Ellyn
'Twas the day for Pixies to be born! Neesa is the first newborn we meet. But Pixies are quite different from we humans... They are born with intelligence, and can even read right away...they just don't know who they are, or why they were here...
But each pixie is assigned a Mo Anam Cara to teach her. Of course, each pixie was immediately given a training manual to read so they would be ready to begin actual lessons...But Neesa quickly decided she didn't like to read and only a few pages had been skimmed before her Mo Anam Cara came! Oops!
Dearest Neesa, Long before the water beat the shore creating the Highland Ridge jutting skyward from the sea, Clan Angove, your clan, found their way to the beautiful fields and forests of Clovelly. The cool air and moist breeze drew your great, great, great, one-thousand-times great grandmothers to this wood. They found the Harebells magnificent for populating the clan and the Forest breezes perfect for moving to and fro. The local creatures were endearing, then, as the villages moved towards the sea, the humans who occupied them fulfilled our mission. You see, my little one, we are a clan of merriment and mischief-makers. A mission we take to heart. We are the whispered "wee folk" in every human's tale. We spread delight with our mischief. We cause wonderment, giggles, and jumps of surprise. The villagers wouldn't be half as happy without us. One day you will feel joy as you listen from a roof or tree as a human spins a tale to explain away our mischief. Those days will come soon enough, but for now my dear sweet Neesa, as you are new born, rejoice and say happy birthday.
|A Mo Anam Cara will impact|
your life in ways you will not
understand until you are
You must learn to trust
In order to begin to learn their balance to fly, the first exercise was to land on the top of a bubble!
Neesa had been dunked so many times that day that she just wanted to get home to sleep... But one thing she had learned when meeting some of the other pixies was that they earned gems for their shoes as they accomplished tasks...Neesa had none...
The next exercise to learn was dancing... Here too she failed...and worse, all the other pixie began to make fun of her and proclaim she would never have gems for her pixie shoes...
You know, I don't know about you, but I was a lot like Nessa. I didn't seem to fit into the crowd--never learned how to dance or do things like, hair braiding, which was the next lesson for Nessa... The only difference was that I've always loved to read, so I would have read my book, but that didn't mean I would be any more successful than Neesa was in actually performing her tasks...
But you know what? Mo Anam Cara began to consider how Neesa was acting... She knew she was not like the other pixies... Maybe, she wondered... Was she? Could she be?
This wonderful story about each pixie finding her own place in the world, her own talents is sure to be easily understood and thankfully accepted by many children...girls, and even boys willing to read a book about pixies! The ending for Neesa was...very good. Perhaps not every child will either be one of the crowd or a true winner... Still, we all need dreams, don't we? Neesa didn't set out to do what she did. She merely started doing what her heart and mind was telling her to do... This fairy tale will charm readers while still having a meaningful lesson to be learned by all... This one is highly recommended.