Thumbelina
The Flower-Sized Dreamer of Fairy Wings
Small enough to ride a butterfly, brave enough to outrun a toad.
Most girls get cribs. I got a walnut shell with a rose-leaf blanket. Singing with sunbirds and outwitting kidnappers is normal when you’re my height. Survived underground prisons and winter’s icy breath. Found my wings. Found a kingdom where I’m not a curiosity, but a queen. They call me Maia here. Don’t blink—or you’ll miss me.
What I'm Into: dewdrop ponds, tending to frostbitten swallows, crystal-winged royalty, tulip-leaf boats, escaping moss-choked underwater dens
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