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A British Postage Stamp. You can see the Queen in left corner.
Must be an old stamp. Liz looks less like an old bat.
I was reading a YA novel about a half-fae/half-human girl in the late summer. I almost threw the damned thing across the room. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I had switched over from reading physical books (with everything but reference materials) to digital. I love my Nook more than I love most people. I wasn’t about to damage it no matter how irritated I was with an author.
This particular writer presented a mishmash of Faerie creatures (and mythological) all residing primarily in “Faerie.” I find this prevalent in most books about Faeries. My “world” has a mishmash of Faeries as well, but I’ve given a reason for it. Whether it’s a good reason remains to be seen. I’ve never understood that if a Faerie creature is supposed to be dinning on small children in England or haunting the Scottish Highlands, then what are they doing just chilling in “Faerie?” It makes no sense to me. Can anyone please explain it to me?
Anyway, what set me off in regards to this particular novel was the description of a pixie flying around with its pretty wings. I think that was the moment that I decided to heed to my friend Nina’s advice and start a blog on Faeries. I wanted everyone to know that PIXIES DON’T HAVE WINGS. I don’t know what this bothers me so much, but it does. I know it’s supposed to be fiction and you can pretty much do with it what you will, but it pissed me off. If you want to have a pretty little flying creature in your book, why don’t you call them Glitter Bats or Sparkle Flies? Or maybe something that they might actually be, i.e. Pillywiggins or Flower Faeries. Dear authors, why must you insist on calling them pixies?
As a matter of fact, most faeries don’t have wings. Most faeries aren’t very pretty either. Sure there are some creatures that are quite attractive, but pretty is usually coupled with some weird abnormality like a cow tail, a hollow back or duck feet. And in some extreme cases, pretty also comes with a propensity for blood lust and/or hatred directed towards all members of the human race.
I know. I am getting off topic here. This is supposed to be Faerie Friday.
So for today’s Faerie Friday post I am going to discuss pixies. Next week I’ll discuss Pilliwiggins, and the week after that Flower Faeries. This way we will all know the difference between the three.
In case you still don’t realize, Pixies (English West Country) or Piskies (Cornish Variation) don’t have wings. They are tiny English nature spirits who live along the banks of streams and rivers and by standing stones.
They are short, somewhere between six inches and a foot tall, though stories vary. They wear lots of green and brown and some even have bells on their feet. They often have red hair and petite upturned noses. Some people believe they are the souls of prehistoric peoples that have been shrinking with time and someday they will disappear all together. I don’t know about you folks, but I think that’s kinda sad.
If you are lucky, you can get a pixie to complete domestic chores for you, but usually they are known for their mischief and leading travelers astray with their faerie lights. The term “pixie-led” means being led on a wild goose chase. Sometimes hundreds of them come together and if they happen upon a lonely traveler, they force the traveler to dance with them until the traveler passes out (or kicks it) from sheer exhaustion. Oh, and they also like tie knots in the tail of your horse. Oh, the horror.
There is a Cornish saying: “Laugh like a pixie.” Their laughter often gives them away. They are wonderfully silly creatures (if you cut out the dancing-until-you-die thing and possibly leading people to their death thing.) Every folklore tradition needs one!
P.S. That book I mentioned at the beginning of the post, I did finish it. I went on to read the next two books in the series and I’ve purchased the fourth. So the joke is on me I guess!