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There had never been a need for parents, not in all her short little life. She barely even knows what they are or what they're for. But it didn't matter, she had the fairies. They are all around, one only has to look close and hard to see them. They had been there for her when she'd needed them and, thanks to the mother guardian fairy, she is alive to see the world today. They are so amazing and wonderful, the fairies, never cruel. Even if they seemed to be at times. The small girl had heard their cries, the adults who'd 'lost'. The Beqanna Fairy, best of them all, was generous and kind. Lucky for them she allowed them even the smallest of gifts after changing the whole world. Some still didn't seem grateful. But Smidge knows. Like bone-deep instinct, she knows the fairy loves her children and will always do what's best for them. She is the only mother they would ever truly need.
The tiny girl, smaller than even your average small filly (not unhealthy, not dwarf, just very small) had wandered to the Den from the meadow. She didn't have a reason, just felt like trekking. And plus, it's somehow a little warmer here, and the snow is not near as deep. The snow in the meadow had easily reached her chin, so moving around had been a little more difficult. And cold. But all the moving she had to do, and her thick winter coat had made up for it. Ugh, this coat. She is glad for it, but due to her size she is one tiny fluff ball. After the long trip (long for her, anyway), she'd been tired and decided to nap, so she'd found some brush where she'd been completely hidden and laid down to rest.
This is where she is when the two girls come into the clearing nearby and call out for all the boys and girls. Smidgen is curious, excited even, but she remains where she is. Silent and sly like a snow fox, watching as they all come and observing them each in turn. She's surprised at the girl with an extra eye, stunned at the girl with blue-edged wings, intrigued at the boy with the crackly voice, pleased with the girl who loves the flowers. She waits until the blue-ish girl named Heda says something before she bursts from the brush in her tiny glory, twigs in her silvery mane and tail. "Me too!" Her voice is small and musical, very feminine but not quiet. She goes to stand under one very pretty wing, hoping the girl doesn't mind, but she's never been shy. "I'm Smidgen! I love the faiwies." She beams at them, smile making her blue eyes sparkle from what can be seen under her long-ish forelock. A home sounds kinda nice to her, somewhere she belongs and can continue doing whatever she wants, as she pretty much always has.
Smidgen!
small in stature, not heart
(Sorry this is a lil crappy, wrote it kinda fast)