Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love. -Buddha
Your fairy is called Feather Haildancer
She is a protector of the lonely.
She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears pale blue like the sky. She has cheery turquoise wings like a butterfly.
There is a story about a Navajo grandfather who once told his grandson, "Two wolves live inside me. One is the bad wolf full of greed and laziness, full of anger, jealousy and regret. The other is the good wolf, full of joy and compassion and willingness and great love for the world. All the time these wolves are fighting inside me." "But grandfather" the boy said, "Which one will win" The grandfather answered, "The one I feed."