My fae has an unquenchable need to run. It doesn’t matter where we are, or where we are going, she needs, Needs, NEEDS to run there. If we are going nowhere, she will run in circles. Recently, she has announced that she is not running but hunting. I asked her what she was hunting, and all I got as a response was ‘hunting’.
This reminded me of an old Looney Toons character, and if you too are old to remember Elmer Fudd, then you too have a back that aches. AND you will realise why I immediately had an argument with my husband about whether it was rabbit season or duck season. Our fae then told us both to be quiet and we were both wrong. When asked again what she was hunting, we were once again informed ‘hunting’ before she turned into a fae shaped blur and headed off down the path.
There is a reason that she goes to gym and sports classes 5 days a week. Mostly it’s self defence on my part, and the belief that the house would not survive if we tried to contain her in it for anything other than the occasional meal and sleep.
Today, she was hunting on the way to school. She was hunting by running fast and screaming, when my husband – who was taking her – pointed out that all animals that were huntable would be timid things, scared off by loud noises and fast movements. She gave him a withering look and informed him she was ‘hunting shops’. It was then pointed out that shops are, in fact, very easy to hunt, will not move out the way, and do not in fact require speed and/or power to track down. They, in fact, don’t move, and will be there regardless of whether you run or not. This earned him another withering glance, and she marched into school with no more said on the matter.
So, either she knows something about the successful tracking and subduing of commercial centers that we don’t, or hunting means something totally different in the world of the fae.
My money is on the latter, but when it comes to my daughter I never rule anything out.
Raising the Modern Fae 