It was my favorite time of year! The summer flowers were blooming and the spring flowers had been opened for many weeks! Trees, grass, bushes, houses, everything, was covered in the green of new plants! Life was everywhere in both our hearts and our homeland! It was the most amazing time, and the perfect time for our festivals! Our ancestors must have thought that too. The most joyous festival of all was in the spring, and I loved every moment of it!
“Shaylin! Stop fidgeting!” Mother scolded, “I’ll never get this dress done if you can’t stop moving!”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mother!” I froze and wiggled my toes in anticipation. “I really am trying but . . . oh! Can’t you hear it?!” I waved my arms, and therefore moved my whole body, and messed Mom’s pins up again.
“Shay. .” She tried, but I didn’t hear her. I was imagining music and fairies in colored dresses dancing among the flowers.
“Oh!” I clasped my hands together. “I can just hear the music and the laughter! Oh, I love spring celebrations!”
“Mmm.” Mom just nodded her head and concentrated on her pinning.
“Ahhh! And the cakes!” I exclaimed “I can just taste the violet ice cream! I wish violets grew all year so we could have violet ice cream more!”
Mom started on another ruffle. “Are you nervous about your dance?” She asked, grabbing a handful of pins.
“No, not at all! Well, yes, a little.”
I was finally old enough to be an official dancer. The last day of the celebration, was also the last day of spring. On that day the girls, age sixteen and up, did a special dance. It was called the Moon Lit Dance for it was done in the moonlight. It’s meaning to us was to celebrate growing up, new adventures, and to remind us that every moment is a gift. It was a important occasion to all of us, but especially to me. After all my best friend, Silver, and I had been looking forward to doing it for six long years!
“Mother,” I sighed, peering over the fancy lace and silk that was tied around me, “will you ever be done?”
“Ohhh.” Mom groaned, then laughed. “If you hold still I’ll be done sooner.”
“Mom. I’m sorry!” I froze again trying to hold in nervous energy. “I’m just so excited!”
“I know,” She laughed, “I am too.” She gave me her loving, Mom smile, and I grinned back. It was five thirty in the morning. In thirty minutes the day would begin, and we would celebrate all day. I smiled at the sun which was peeping up over the window sill. At last the day I had been waiting for had arrived!
“Mom, I’m just so excited, but so worried! I’ve waited for tonight for six years, and . . .” I froze at the horrid thought “What if I mess it up?!”
“Shaylin.” Mom spoke in her normal voice, “Don’t worry. Don’t even think of worries. A worry is an irrevelant thing. It does nothing, never has, never will. Think of a worry as a nonexistent thing and treat it as such. Let it have no hold on you, and Shaylin,” She popped her head up above the silky skirt and stared me in the face. “this is your dream. Face it with every ounce of excitement you have and you cannot go wrong! If you enjoy it you will not have messed it up!”
I stared at Mom for along time thinking, in that time she quickly started pinning up the dress. At last I nodded, “You’re right.” I agreed, “And I can’t wait!”
“Shaylin!! Oh you look adorable!” Silver dashed over and grabbed me up in a hug. I hugged her back laughing,
“I’m sure you do too, let me see your outfit.” Laughing she stepped back,
“Oh, yah! . . . Tad-ah!” She posed and smiled.
“I love it!” I announced. She wore a short, light pink dress. She had white bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her brown hair. I, on the other hand, had a dark brown tunic with turquoise-blue belt. And my dark brown hair was down except for one braid that was over my head like a headband.
Though it was the last day of the week long festival, we were not tired of celebrating. The Spring Celebration was never tiring it was invigorating! Every year on the last week of spring we celebrated it. We celebrated something new every day. New plants, or a new year, new hope, or new children. We didn’t go crazy with the celebrations, yet we were not sparse! And we had fun!
The last day was The Day of Joy. And that it was! We were Fairin, our very lives consisted of joy. But we were especially ecstatic on that day! We dressed in brand new clothes and enjoyed the whole day. It started very early, the entire village ate a breakfast together in the meadow. Then we had the whole day to relax, sleep, (Which I never did, why waste a holiday asleep?) eat, ride our birds, play games, anything any one felt like!
By the time I finally saw Silver that day it was almost eight at night, and the sun was about to dip down and hide. All of us dancers were meeting at eight to change to our dance dresses and prepare.
“How was your day?” I wondered.
“Amazing!” She exclaimed, “Dad and I took the blue birds to Circle Canyon and saw the sunrise above the water falls.
“Oh . . .“ I breathed, in awe. In the middle of our forest was a crater made by some ancient catastrophe. It was named Circle Canyon and the plants that grew in it created a gorgeous place. The trees climbed the walls and filled it with green, except on the east side where two giant water falls swept down the cliff. They fell into the rivers below and filled the crater with a misty feeling.
“It was awesome.” She pronounced. “We stayed up there till breakfast. Oh, we must have ate at the opposite side of the meadow; I didn’t see you at breakfast!”
“We must have.” I noted. “My family and I went boating afterwards and we spent the day exploring Unknown Meadow, and playing games.”
“We were here all day.” Silver told me. “I got to decide what to do! Mom said because it was my first year to do the Moon Lit Dance it was my day to decide!”
“Sweet!” I exclaimed. Silver had nine siblings. And because she was youngest it seemed that she never got to be the first one to do something new! But, she was the only dancer in the whole family. And the Moon Lit Dance was something none of her siblings had ever done!
“It’s been a perfect day!” I murmured.
“Almost.” She told me “Almost perfect, we still haven’t danced yet.”
“Right, but that’s next!” Grabbing her hand I dashed towards the meadow. The sun would soon set and I was not going to be late.
Alright girls!” Miss Jarlyn whispered. We were in the meadow and every girl wore a colored dress of silk and satin. Because it was the tradition, each dress had been made that morning.“You will begin soon, wait until I tell you to go. For now, positions every one!”
We all posed. My bare toes felt the ground and I breathed out a sigh to relax myself. I turned my head feeling my curled hair fall over my shoulder. Behind me were all my friends, all the girls of my dance class. Silver grinned at me and I giggled back, it was our sign adventure would soon begin.
The earth was as silent as the sky above. It was very dark, the stars weren’t twinkling yet. When I was little I had worried the stars would go in and not come out again, but I had grown and I knew they always returned. The breeze swayed past us, ruffling our flower peddle skirts. And the tall grass tickled us as it moved with the breeze.
I knew the importance of our dance, it was to celebrate goodness. That was why that one day, The Day of Joy, marked so many things to us. Good things were what the Fairin were all about. Our Creator set us there to show His goodness, and there was nothing more fulfilling than doing just that. For He was good!
I thinking of how using the talents He gave us honored Him. And of how I was using my talents. There was nothing I was better at than dancing. Again I peeked all around me knowing that dance would soon begin.
And then . . . a light spread over the sky. Full and brilliant, it illuminated everything and made our dresses only patches of shining silver amidst the meadow.
“Go.” It was a tiny nudge inside my heart even before Miss Jarlyn signaled. She didn’t have to, I just knew.
I lifted my head, closed my eyes, and raised my left leg behind me. With ease that came from practicing every hour I could I twirled in a perfect circle, balancing on my toes. I stopped facing the moon just like I’d started and opened my eyes.
The moon shone over the meadow. The trees were only shadows against it. It’s light spread into the meadow shimmering in pure radiance. I stared at it one long second and then I danced, to my hearts content! I flew into the splits and then twirled. I did pirouettes and skipped across the meadow. My friends followed me keeping in perfect rhythm. We danced and danced, our joy aligning every movement!
I knew my family was watching, just like I had watched the dancers every year of my life. I could feel their joy too. It was wafting over the meadow in the awakening night. My dress flashed silver sparkles around me. And my feet sang out with joy for at last they were doing what they loved! My heart flew as it took in glimpses of the scene around me. A white moon. Silver dresses. Fluttering butterflies, and joy that brightened everything!
And then the dance was over. We posed just as the moon slid from it’s magical position and the silver was gone. We were wearing our pink, blue, green, or purple dresses again. And as we struck the pose to begin our second dance, I thought over the day and smiled. As the rest of the people joined us, laughing and calling ‘good job’, I began to grin. But as we took the first steps to our second dance, along with every other person from our village, I really grinned. My heart was overflowing and my smile hardly showed half of it. It was my dancing that really showed my feelings, and I knew without one doubt that I was living a dream! And I was enjoying every second of it!