The boisterous know they pipe down or have their flame extinguished. Most now live happily in their reservations. They don’t cause trouble now. We don’t give them grief either.
Why stop? Age catches everyone. Often my ilk end up dispatched by quiet dragon.
I fancied retirement. The Fairy Queen said I needed a job. She dislikes lazy fairies. I could’ve said what I thought but like life so didn’t.
But I enjoy my new role. I decorate and hang out the stars nightly for Her Nibs’ delectation.
Light work, I guess.
