Some Enchanted Dream: A Time Travel Adventure (Seasons of Enchantment Book 2) by Lily Silver Page B
Authors: Lily Silver
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herded the others away with his arms.
Fairies . Yeah, right . Dan was still trying to wrap his head around the reality of having a friend on the inside of that secret club. Tara and her brothers were actually fairies . He didn't like to think about it too much. But when some jolly fellow like this made a random comment about creatures he had believed all his life were merely cartoon characters, Dan found himself choking and sputtering.
"Travelling by sea can cause a fellow's insides to become unsettled." Arthur said as he sat down again. "You should eat lightly for a few days, and avoid strong drink."
"You have no idea," Dan quipped. "I find I don't travel well at all of late. But, never mind me, tell me more about this fairy woman without mercy."
Arthur made a face, as if considering his next words cautiously. And then he leaned in close, so those about them could not hear his low whisper. "My friend, you may think me mad, but there has been talk for many years of a fairy woman strolling the streets of Montmartre. She visits those who practice the creative arts and bestows the gift of inspiration upon a rare few."
"You're talking about the muses." Dan interjected, warming to this philosophical discussion on this warm spring night. He was not the type to wax poetic or pursue profound thought, but this place, the company and the green drink all seemed to have an usually uplifting effect on his perceptions. He felt light, expansive, almost a little euphoric. "The daughters of Zeus are the muses. There were nine, each one had a creative talent. Let's see, there was one for writing, one for music, and dance . . . "
"No, no, this has nothing to do with the Greeks." Arthur made a cutting gesture with the flat of his hand. "This is a French legend. The old men around here claim a fairy created Absinthe. The Green Fairy. She supposedly seduced a Frenchman who escaped the city during the Revolution and hid in the mountains in the region of the Swiss Alps. It is said he brought her back to Paris with him at the turn of the century, and she provided the magic ingredient that gives Absinthe the power to inspire creativity in the human soul."
Dan pondered that tidbit of knowledge. "So, you believe those with special talents are given their abilities by a fairy, simply because they drink her secret potion?"
"Yes, and no," Arthur replied, weaving a little to the left in his chair. He poured Dan a second glass of Absinthe, and one for himself. He lifted the glass between his fingers and held it up to the light to peer at it as if searching for that special bit of magic he was talking about. "It is not merely the mixture of herbs steeped in alcohol that awakens the creative side of the mind. She has to have touched it, imbued the elixir with her magic. There are plenty of cheap brands flooding the market, all of them claiming to be the original recipe that was lost to us when the old man died. Since his death, the Green Fairy is said to have taken many lovers among those who worship at her shrine--but none have charmed her as he did. So, she keeps searching."
The waiter came to clear away their dinner. Arthur was silent as he studied his glass of bright green liquid beneath the lights hanging from the canopy above them.
Living with Tara and her fey brothers, Dan knew fairies actually did live in mounds or inside mountains. And they sometimes took humans as lovers. Art made a good argument. The legend of the Green Fairy might actually be true.
Dan sat back in his chair and gazed out at the city lights below as he considered the finer points of keeping his own counsel on the reality of fairies while sharing a drink with a stranger. "That's a captivating story. I'd write it down if I were you, before you forget it. Gives this," he lifted his glass, "a unique allure. Here's to the Green Fairy, may her legend always inspire you."
"She's quite real." Arthur tipped his glass at Dan for emphasis. "And pure Absinthe, the true formula
Fairies . Yeah, right . Dan was still trying to wrap his head around the reality of having a friend on the inside of that secret club. Tara and her brothers were actually fairies . He didn't like to think about it too much. But when some jolly fellow like this made a random comment about creatures he had believed all his life were merely cartoon characters, Dan found himself choking and sputtering.
"Travelling by sea can cause a fellow's insides to become unsettled." Arthur said as he sat down again. "You should eat lightly for a few days, and avoid strong drink."
"You have no idea," Dan quipped. "I find I don't travel well at all of late. But, never mind me, tell me more about this fairy woman without mercy."
Arthur made a face, as if considering his next words cautiously. And then he leaned in close, so those about them could not hear his low whisper. "My friend, you may think me mad, but there has been talk for many years of a fairy woman strolling the streets of Montmartre. She visits those who practice the creative arts and bestows the gift of inspiration upon a rare few."
"You're talking about the muses." Dan interjected, warming to this philosophical discussion on this warm spring night. He was not the type to wax poetic or pursue profound thought, but this place, the company and the green drink all seemed to have an usually uplifting effect on his perceptions. He felt light, expansive, almost a little euphoric. "The daughters of Zeus are the muses. There were nine, each one had a creative talent. Let's see, there was one for writing, one for music, and dance . . . "
"No, no, this has nothing to do with the Greeks." Arthur made a cutting gesture with the flat of his hand. "This is a French legend. The old men around here claim a fairy created Absinthe. The Green Fairy. She supposedly seduced a Frenchman who escaped the city during the Revolution and hid in the mountains in the region of the Swiss Alps. It is said he brought her back to Paris with him at the turn of the century, and she provided the magic ingredient that gives Absinthe the power to inspire creativity in the human soul."
Dan pondered that tidbit of knowledge. "So, you believe those with special talents are given their abilities by a fairy, simply because they drink her secret potion?"
"Yes, and no," Arthur replied, weaving a little to the left in his chair. He poured Dan a second glass of Absinthe, and one for himself. He lifted the glass between his fingers and held it up to the light to peer at it as if searching for that special bit of magic he was talking about. "It is not merely the mixture of herbs steeped in alcohol that awakens the creative side of the mind. She has to have touched it, imbued the elixir with her magic. There are plenty of cheap brands flooding the market, all of them claiming to be the original recipe that was lost to us when the old man died. Since his death, the Green Fairy is said to have taken many lovers among those who worship at her shrine--but none have charmed her as he did. So, she keeps searching."
The waiter came to clear away their dinner. Arthur was silent as he studied his glass of bright green liquid beneath the lights hanging from the canopy above them.
Living with Tara and her fey brothers, Dan knew fairies actually did live in mounds or inside mountains. And they sometimes took humans as lovers. Art made a good argument. The legend of the Green Fairy might actually be true.
Dan sat back in his chair and gazed out at the city lights below as he considered the finer points of keeping his own counsel on the reality of fairies while sharing a drink with a stranger. "That's a captivating story. I'd write it down if I were you, before you forget it. Gives this," he lifted his glass, "a unique allure. Here's to the Green Fairy, may her legend always inspire you."
"She's quite real." Arthur tipped his glass at Dan for emphasis. "And pure Absinthe, the true formula
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