It was a lazy afternoon in the tail end of spring. The few clouds in the sky were too busy chasing each other to focus on blocking the Sun's heat, and the Sun took advantage of this to create the hottest day of the year so far in preparation for the scorchers planned for Summer. It would have been quite a bit warmer with the consistent breeze blowing through the forest, but the Sun took pride in what it could accomplish regardless.
The forest in this section of Villia was generally too dense for much of the breeze to get through. It was only in the sections near the Warren where the breeze could be appreciated, as many a fairy used it's momentum to speed them along their way as they worked, raced, and 'accidentally' bumped into the sexier specimens.
One fairy sat apart from the others, high up in a nearby tree. Amelia was tall for a fairy, with long slender limbs, an hourglass body, full hips, supple lips, and breasts just on the larger side of medium. Or perhaps the smaller side of large? She had always been modest about the size of her breasts. It was true that she was in the top ten of her class, but she had always been so enamored with the other nine that she never really gave her own the appreciation they really deserved.
Which was typical of Amelia, an easy going gal who almost always managed to maintain her cool while seeming to remain completely oblivious to the effects her body had on her classmates. During her first 2 years of school, she was a tremendous tease, taking great pleasure in how the slightest adjustments of her posture would send shivers through her classmates, but recently she was trying to turn over a new leaf. She couldn't spend all her time being an insufferable tease; for one, there were other girls who were just better at it than her. And for two, she wanted to do something bigger with her life.
Amelia was quietly enjoying a piece of fruit while trying to spot her closest friend, Noah. She had been missing from school today, which meant she was either brooding somewhere... or potentially that something worse had happened to her. Amelia highly doubted that would be the case; Noah was the fastest fairy in her class and the second most maneuverable. Many (cruelly) attributed this to her lack of body mass; despite being at the end of her 3rd year, Noah still had the shortest height and the flattest chest, something her well toned ass just couldn't make up for in the minds of both the shallow girls and in Noah herself. Not that she would ever admit it; as far as she was concerned, girls with fat tits were just asking to get eaten up by something bigger than them, and there was no way she would ever feel envious about her more gifted colleagues.
Satisfied that Noah wasn't just goofing off over the Warren, Amelia prepared to check her hiding spots to try and find her. A quick stretch, one last gulp of delicious fruit, ensuring that her waist length green hair was properly secured in it's ribbon, and then a final adjustment of her sash and loincloth and the green haired beauty was ready to fly. Most fairies didn't wear any clothing at all except during winter; clothing was used as a symbol of status rather than a way to show one's modesty. Specifically, the type of clothing a fairy wore denoted what her job was, and after the end of a fairies third and final year it was generally expected that about half of them would try and become apprentices at various locations around the Warren. Amelia had already chosen hers, indeed she had known for a long time that she would be working in the nearby Bee Hive. Instead, her mind was ever with he diminutive friend and whether or not she had chosen a job yet.
"Well, I suppose I've stalled for long enough. Time to see where she's hiding and what kind of a mood she's in." Amelia took a big breath, jumped off the tree branch, and flitted into the forest.
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