Fairy Chats With Pixie

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Below a tall, jagged, rocky, mountain cliff littered with spindly little trees sprouting from the massive craggy outcroppings lies a boulder filled pool. A waterfall cascades from above the top of the frame into the pool. A fairy hovers a distance from the splashy pool, animatedly telling a spunky, sassy tale to the council of elder animals, assembled from the forest, with many species represented. The fairy appears vaguely Caucasian, with softly delicate features, pale skin. Visually, her aesthetic is iridescence: her wings are very iridescent, and her hair and irises match the iridescence. All hues are always visible in her iridescence. Her hair is exceptionally voluminous, wavy, and long. Her would reach her ankles when dragged straight down by the weight of water. But today, it is dry, clean, and resplendent, casting all the colors of the rainbow in pastels. Her skin is nordically pale, with a slight flush to areas that flush, as though she's exerting herself. Her wildly iridescent, translucent wings have the the iridescent membranes of a dragon fly but generally more of a look of a butterfly wing. Part of the patterning includes glowing, coruscating, scintillating, and sparking segments. Her wings refract the light into dazzling prisms, shifting across every membrane in a unified shimmer that matches her hair. Her wings, like her hair, would reach her ankles if she was standing straight, and extend well above her head. Even as is, many locks reach well past her hips. There is no darkness at all in her wings, only light and the shimmering hues of iridescence. She has an exaggerated hourglass figure. For clothing, she wears a magical spell of cloaking iridescence that manifests as two stretchy bands, like a almost immodestly narrow, strapless tube top and a short tube skirt. The fabric of the bands is jagged and alive with magical power that looks like an iridescent war between tongues of fire, lightning bolts, and waves of water. The skirt sits very low on her hips, but contours even lower below her navel. Given that the clothing spell looks like fire, there are no straight lines at the top or bottom that appear like a seam, only licks of flame and thunderbolts that provide her with modesty. The tube top narrows between her breasts, and also narrows in the section outside her breasts, around her back. The sun beams down onto the fairy at mid afternoon, angled just right to fully illuminate the root of the tall cliff. Her wings and hair catch the sunlight and glow and sparkle all the colors of the rainbow, with her strands of hair acting like little prisms to sparkle colour out everywhere. Lots of dreamy random bokeh.

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