3. Why jellyfish don't like eels

Rasmina came to them, striding across the beach in her new high heels. (She was one of the only fairies allowed to wear heels during the day)

Emily looked back at the sand, pretending not to notice this tall elegant beauty of a fairy in equally fabulous boots, who looked out of her element on a beach yet was the type to be comfortable anywhere.

And those heels! Purple high heels - the exact ones Emily wanted. If she, Emily, were allowed to wear heels, she'd wear those boots all day and all night.

Bet they're hot though, she said to herself. But still she wanted them; all the sour grapes in the world wouldn't convince her that she didn't.

Ever notice how some people get upset when we have/ say/ do what we want? Emily was usually not one of those people, but this time she really really coveted those boots. She just couldn't muster joy for anyone who had those boots which so obviously would look better on her.

-o-

Rasmina came nearby. Emily determinedly ignored her, hoping to ignore the interloper and get back to work.

"Ahem, why, yes...", looking pointedly at Carol, "why yes we are turning it into a museum. Jut like the old fortress from that story. It could be interesting and a show at the same time."

Pretending to be engrossed in conversation, Emily smiled at Carol, silently urging her to go along.
 

They could easily ignore the Superior. Surely she wasn't coming to speak to them anyway - what would a Superior want with two small fairies? Surely this Superior was on her way to other business - another group on the beach. 

Why slow her down and possibly get themselves in trouble? The fewer who knew of their plan, the better.

-o-

But Carol looked up and greeted Rasmina; of course she didn't yet know her name. "Hello, Superior. My name is Carol QLC. I bow to you."

Aww, Carol, with her sucky ways.

But Emily also knew her manners - and what forgetting them could cause. "Hello Superior. I am Emily QLC. I bow to you". And she bowed.

"My Daughters, my Prettys. I bow to you. Pray be about your business."

"Thank you Superior" they chanted, bowing again. Emily felt relief. Kept her head down, waiting for the Superior to leave. Watch for the shadow; that way you don't have to look up. No possibility of engagement with the enemy.

Carol - good old loving friendly Carol, couldn't leave it be. She had to do it - had to raise her head and say, "Pray, Superior, joins us for dinner. You must have come a long way."

"Fine, child. I will. I am Rasmina. I will be at your house at twelve. Be sure That One [glaring at Emily] attends." With a swirl of her wings she was gone.

The name  Rasmina, like a dark cloud, gave Emily a little shiver.