Epilogue

In the clearing where Kris had met Desiree, he found his amber-haired, dragonfly-winged friend Ember.

"Did you just hear what Kris sang?" she asked, her face one of concern, then she placed some of her gold magic on her own head and began to sing a translation:

I walked alone leisurely.
Nobody knew, but I wasn't human.
A secret was a secret.
While my heart fluttered,
I thought I was flying with a fairy's wings.
That was a small dream, but that was the truth.
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Amelie's eyes were glued to the screen of her TV as she waited for the results of the competition. Sure, she didn't think she was going to win, but at least she competed, right?

"The winner is..." Yumeda and Kris announced at the same time.

Someone appeared from behind Kris, but just before Amelie bothered to hear their name, she hit the off button on her remote.

O-Of course she didn't win. How stupid of her.

As if she had any chance to compete with people who had much more practice, much more expertise in that area...

Then she stopped. How did Desiree have some of the things fairies weren't meant to have, like shoes?
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Desiree sneezed just as she had finished gathering periwinkle petals for her temporary hair dye. Her hair was mostly back to its natural silver shade, but after falling into the lake she'd lost most of the colour.

A small knock on the outside of her residential tree startled her, so she flew to receive the visitor.

"Glitter...!" she gasped as the woman known as 'Kanade Yumeda' stood in front of her. Desiree fluttered up to the woman's face with her golden ladybug wings, only to end up observing Yumeda's multitude of facial wrinkles only a fairy could detect.

Noting how many wrinkles there were, Yumeda was about...50? No, 60. The youthful appearance the idol was able to have was likely to be part slowed ageing process from being a fairy, part makeup regimen.

"Kyou tanoshindaka? Did you enjoy today?" the woman asked her, switching to English when she remembered the fairy didn't understand Japanese.

"You don't have to keep up the pretense of being an idol out here, you know. Just don't let that old grandpa hear you," Desiree grumbled.

Yumeda knocked a balled fist on Desiree's residential tree in response, rattling it.

"Well, I'm not your child. I'm just a servant to the elders because I had appropriate powers to take on the job," the younger fairy finished, arms crossed as she went back to stirring her dye.

The two sulked for a few seconds before the idol woman turned and strode out of the forest, ready to return to the human world.