Pride and Prejudice; the faerie tale intro

“IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”

Or so thought Elifaen’s mother as she went around the manor trying with all her power to gain the expected excitement out of her daughters. It seemed that a new neighbor had moved into the area, one of great standing in fact. His name was Huntyr Bynglie and he was supposedly a royal adviser to one of the Seelie Court’s princes. The possibility that a court fae or someone even associated with one of the royal courts could potentially marry one of her daughters sent Mrs. Bennet into such a tizzy that Ellie had to resist the urge to laugh.

The pixie stood at 4’3 with light green skin, the color of new grass in the spring. At the moment her green cheeks were flushed with excitement and her translucent gossamer wings were beating like a hummingbird’s. Unfortunately it was only her youngest daughter, Lydiarra who shared her excitement at the possible suitor. Her other three daughters, Ellie included, seemed preoccupied with other things. Marian seemed perfectly content to read her books while Ellie and Jaene worked on making their dresses for the upcoming ball, paying little attention to their mother who always seemed to have something to explode over.

Finding her daughters unfit to match her jubilee Mrs. Bennet turned her frenzied attention to Mr. Bennet. The Elfen lord who prefered the company of his own home rather than the courts seemed to let out an inaudible groan, as if he could sense the wave of words before they came. His fair skin and pointed ears had mixed well with his wife’s emerald complexion to create an almost green pearl like color for their daughters. Although he would never say so to his frantic wife, he considered his girls beautiful enough to possibly catch the nobleman’s eye.  

Being a minor Lord himself Mr. Bennet had the duty of introducing his family to the young adviser. He had already done so when he ran into him at the market. Although having made the acquaintance, Mr. Bennet preferred not to tell his wife until almost a week had past. By this time Mrs. Bennet had worked herself up to the point of lamenting that her daughters would never be married since Mr. Bennet “refused to look after his girls” and was “neglecting his family like a criminal”. It was Ellie who finally caught sight of the mischievous glint in her father’s eye and made him admit to the meeting.

Sure enough Mrs. Bennet’s joy was as much a spectacle as her anguish. In a matter of minutes she had gone from lamenting like a banshee to buzzing around the house, so happy in fact that she left trails of glimmering dust from her wings. Ellie knew this was what her father had been waiting on. He so loved to rile his wife up so that her happiness bordered on the sporadic. It was such a usual thing that Ellie could only laugh with Jaene and dance out of the way of her flitting mother.