Pride and Prejudice Fan Fiction With A Supernatural Fairy Twist
Pride and Prejudice Fan Fiction With A Supernatural Fairy Twist
Witch and the Fox
She saw him. She was very certain that it was him. It had been her express intention when seeding the flower beds with foxglove seeds. His fur turned every shade of sunset. The ends of his tail bristled in diamonds. Reginald the fox, was very aware he was a handsome and graceful creature. The king of the southern forest sat and examined them, her and Rose. Without giving them the slightest indication if they met with his approval, he turned and wove back through the meadows towards the tall darkness of the forest.
"Will he wear the foxgloves as gloves, Celia?"
"Only if he is of the most noble and fashionable fox families." After scattering the rest of the seeds and double checking the security of the hen house the sisters went back to the house to draw fashionable foxes. Some were dressed in handsome regimentals others wore ostrich plumes and long ropes of pearls as they had seen on the fashion dolls in town.
Rose had shown an aptitude in ideas that had not found the same level of skill in her fingers. She would often get frustrated and her pouting would expand to tantrums faster than Celia could catch up. Celia took a mighty amount of suggestion and abuse for her faulty etchings of Rose's imaginations.
Chapter 1
The shades of them as girls shimmered in the bright Spring sun. Rose had been the one to grow tall and fashionable. She was long since married and only used her knowledge of the craft in the quiet hours, when her servants were gone or deeply asleep. She writes of it rarely in her long letters that somehow say disappointingly little. She writes of the problems with quarrelsome servants, the occasional visit of their brother, and must excitingly hinted in her last letter of a blessed event to come.
Celia, has her reading spot. The tallest oak that commands the center of the meadow a few yards before the forest, has roots and trunk that make as fine a throne as had ever served any of the kings or queens of England. She, Rose, and their brother Edmond had spent every hour of the sun running in these meadows and scurrying up and down this tree. If their mother had had the fore site and grace to have lived she might have told at least Celia, being the eldest, that this tree indeed had been the throne to kings and queens of England. They had had an entirely different and unconventional court. Now so many generations later the court had moved on. There were only a handful who would keep watch on the small group of mostly human children who scampered around their lands. Most smiled seeing the throne used again, even if it was only in play with just the smallest glimmer of what had been once true.
Celia, being the one who stayed, had her inclinations of her tree. It had long been a favorite place where she could sit and read her frequent letters from her younger sister and the very occasional missive from her brother. It was also her parlor where she could meet with her less usual guests.
The fox threads its' way through the trees, slow and aware of gaining Celia's attention. His footing is as certain as any rogue. He shines and preens in the golden light. If he understands the she had summoned him he gives no sign. Celia is deeply aware that she is the one squatting awkward.'I hardly feel capable of commanding a door mouse let alone this of all foxes.' She thinks.
"Reginald the Trixter, I have called you here on this the day of the new moon." He stops and sits flicking his tail, the golden pollen catching the light around his bristling fur. His eyes are light and a bit indignant. He waits.
"There is a door mouse that has become bold with my kitchen garden. My herb garden is quit savaged." Its' ear twitched. "Out of the respect and gratitude I hold I will leave you eggs and a quarter of my meals once the task is complete." The smallest of sniffs, a nod and he was gone.
The next morning The mouse was left at Celia's doorstop. She nodded at the farthest mark of her garden almost catching the russet in the ivy.
Tom the cat wove infinity into her ankles. Tom had long been made useless by his grand belly caught by table scraps and not the small night thieves.
"If you proved yourself of use we would not have to bargain with the forest creatures." He purred in his non commitment and mewled twice until Celia picked up the heft of him. "I wonder if Rose will like to be reminded of our dear Reginald, or if she would like to be remembered to him." Tom gave her a withering look. "There can be no true damage. She is
a respectably married woman now. The affair hardly ended badly. He was able
to become Prince of the Outer Woods and hold the form he was so very proud of, and she, well she must be some kind of content. She writes often of her pretty walled garden and I hear we are to soon be graced with a new family member." Tom's tail twitched and one ear lowered. "I am certain it will be a girl. All of the first children of our family are always girls. Even if the rest of the country does not understand the blessing it is I will make sure I give her a proper gift." The spoon in her tea spun clock wise then counter. She placed Tom on the ground as he sauntered off to hunt the perfect pool of sunlight to busy his day. "Some of us must work dear sir. The guests will be here soon and we must get ready for the festival." Tom spun three times in a circle before laying down in response. The door knocked surprising the young woman in front of it and distressing her further when it opened to show only a sleeping cat the size of a medium dog and a woman of indeterminable age on the other side of the room.
