And he looked at me...and I looked at him...

Living in a house with a dying backyard and a dried up tree, Harvey could only look outside and feel the same bleakness. Scanning the backyard, he sees within the yellowing grass a clover blooming amongst it all. He opens the backdoor and steps towards it. A flash of familiarity crosses the back of his mind. He remembers the stories that...someone he knew… used to write. A four-leaf clover fabled to bring good luck to those who held them. He plucks it from the ground and fiddles with it between his index finger and thumb. There was something else that the four-leaf clover could do, but the memory has lost its shape. Who wrote those stories again?

In the days previous, Cammy flew around town looking for sweets to nibble on. The smell of fresh baked bread leading them across several yards. However, something caught their eye. A tree, dried up and bare in a yard equally in despair. Cammy flew over to the tree and asked with great concern how they were. Although not audible, Cammy understood what the tree needed. Water! Not sure how to approach this, Cammy obtained an acorn’s cupule from the forest just nearby and filled it up with water from the pond. Even though it seems tedious and there are better ways to water a tree, this was all Cammy could do. And they continued this for days. Little by little.

With Harvey holding the four-leaf clover in his hand he sees something fly swiftly back and forth towards the tree in his yard. He stands there watching the pink fairy flying by every few minutes pouring water that barely measures up to an 1/8th of a tablespoon onto the roots of the tree. Harvey must be hallucinating, but this illusion isn’t the same as ones he usually has. It was…silly? Harvey was intrigued at what his brain is supposedly fabricating and continued to watch. He holds the clover firmly between his fingers.

Camellia notices the human’s gaze following them as they are flying around. Could this human actually see me? Cammy started to slow down as their wings grew tired and their arms aching from the repetitive movement. The human’s eyes are still following them. It made Cammy anxious. What if they really can see me? Would they try to catch me? Maybe even hurt me? This human looked big and scary–but also sad. Camellia’s concern for others outweighed their fear. Even though that’s exactly what always gets Cammy in difficult situations, Cammy can’t help the instinct to help others.

The fairy flies up close to Harvey’s face. He could see the fairy clearly. Messy, shoulder-length white hair with light pink dusted along the edges, pointed ears peeking out. Glimmering pink eyes hiding under thick white eyelashes. Light toffee skin with rosy pink cheeks. A pink blouse. Butterfly wings that were also pink. Pink Pink Pink. A bit of white. But mostly pink.

Camellia approaches the human, floating up towards his face. The human’s eyes are definitely following them. Cammy floats to the left and floats to the right. Cammy does a little spin and hovers just in front of the human’s face. The human’s eyes are dark brown with barely any light reflecting off them. A scar across the human’s left eyebrow barely peeking out from under the human’s thick bangs.

“Good afternoon. I’m Camellia. Nice to meet you~” Camellia tilts their head, greeting the human, at last, with a friendly smile.

Harvey raises his eyebrows, a tiny bit of light reflecting off his irises. Harvey really must be imagining things, but talking to yourself isn’t that uncommon among people like him. He tilts his head back and he parts his lips to reply to the fairy, his answer barely a whisper but enough for the fairy to hear.

“I’m…Harvey…”