It can be stolen, but never bought. it can be given, but never taken. it can be stepped on, but cannot walk . it can fly, but has no wings. it can sing, but has no voice. it can be broken, but still it work s. it can be left, even while it follows. and though it’s easily commanded, it can never, ever be demanded.
Gnomes live ten times faster than humans. they're harder to see than a high-speed mouse. that's one reason why most humans hardly ever see them. the other is that humans are very good at not seeing things they know aren't there. and, since sensible humans know that there are no such things as people four inches high, a gnome who doesn't want to be seen probably won't be seen... wings.
The ones i loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. i want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. the ones i hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. biting again and again. dragging me beneath the surface.