“Remember what our Elders told us, Beryl. We are supposed to be wary of Humans and make sure they don’t see us,” Jasper says, tucking his head back under a leaf.
“But I think they are curious,” Beryl says, leaning farther out from the tree… watching the Children walk by… his brown hair so bushy and long, it’s almost covering his eyes.
Today, as he is watching the Children, something special happens.
There she is, he thinks as he sees the young, blonde-haired Girl who always stops and stares up into the tree. His heart skips a beat.
What is that up in the Tree?
“Come on, Irelynn… hurry or we’ll be late for school,” her older Sister calls out to her.
Irelynn keeps on staring, though, as if she knows there’s something magical up there.
She’s in the first grade of school, and everything is new and exciting. She follows her big Sister who is in the fifth grade and has the job of watching out for her.
Beryl can’t wait to watch for her every day. He can see the wonderment in her eyes. She’s looking at me, he thinks, but I know most Humans can’t see Elves. She can’t see me, can she? Her eyes are soft and she’s smiling. She doesn’t seem scary. She might be able to see our World, he thinks. I wonder what her World is like? Then he gets an idea.
“Jasper! Let’s follow that Girl and see where she’s going.”
“Are you crazy?” Jasper asks him. “Some day you are going to end up in big trouble, Beryl,” he warns him as he flies away to help the bees gather pollen for the blooms on the Orchid Tree. “I’m going to do something important.”
Just then, Irelynn’s Sister calls out to her again in a loud voice. “Irelynn!” she says. “What’s the matter with you? What are you looking at? I told you we’ll be late for school, and we will get in trouble.”
This time, Irelynn heads out on the path and walks away, turning back to look every few feet, hoping to see what’s up there. Beryl stares at her with alarm. For a moment he thinks he might just jump out and let her see him, to let her know he’s real. Quickly, he realizes Jasper might see him and tell the Elders… then there would be big trouble.
What am I going to do? he thinks. I just have to find out more about Irelynn and the World she lives in. He flies to see his Parents as fast as his wings can get him there.
“I know my Elf powers. I’ve practiced and practiced,” he tells them. “May I please go out by myself now?”
“You have done well so far, Beryl,” they say. “You may go, but be careful. Don’t forget our traditions, and remember to watch out for cats. They are not very kind to Elves, you know.”
“I will, I will, I will,” Beryl promises them, and he flies away from the nursery by himself for the very first time. He feels brave and excited, but at the same time he’s nervous and shaking as he catches up with Irelynn. He takes a deep breath and keeps going, staying just far enough behind so she doesn’t hear the beating of his wings.
Beryl follows her to a large building where there are lots of Children, Grown-ups, and strange metal boxes with wheels under them. I can’t go back now, he thinks. Taking another deep breath, he stays right behind her as she goes into one of the rooms and stops at a table where there is a tiny toy farm set with chickens, pigs, cows, and sheep. He watches as Irelynn picks up the animals and talks to them.
The Teacher says, “Boys and Girls, it’s time to put the toys away and take your seats.”
He follows Irelynn as she sits down at a desk. Looking for a hiding place, he settles in behind some books on a shelf nearby where he can see her.
An Elf at Human School, Oh My!
The Children stand up to sing a few songs with their Teacher. I like this, Beryl thinks. They all recite a kind of poem while looking at a red, white, and blue flag with their right hand over their heart. As they sit back down, Beryl hears a loud buzzing sound — are th ere bees in here? Beryl wonders.
“No talking,” the Teacher says, “Remember, you don’t want to sit at the naughty kid’s table.” The Children look down at their papers and press their lips together.
Beryl is almost sound asleep when he hears someone say “Lunch Time!”
He follows Irelynn and the other Children to the cafeteria where they line up, carry their trays, and begin eating their lunch, still being quiet.
How strange, he thinks, this is not like the Elf School. It’s not much fun. I’m bored… why aren’t they practicing their powers?
In the afternoon, he follows them as they leave their room and walk outside to a wide field with swings, slides, balls, and jump ropes. The Children leap and run with big smiles when they get to the field. Laughter erupts… and playtime begins.
After a while, Beryl feels dizzy and sits down for a moment. Now they are really practicing their powers, he thinks. This is like my school — what fun!
A Joyous Beryl
Soon playtime is over though, and the Children go back to their room to work quietly again. Beryl tries to be quiet, too, but he finds it terribly, terribly difficult. He’s happy when the day ends.
After school, Beryl follows Irelynn as she walks up to the back porch of a little white house. He sees one of those strange metal boxes with wheels under it in a little house next door. There is a white picket fence with tall, pink hollyhocks and lots of trees.
Oh, trees… how nice, he thinks, as he flies over the fence, stopping to smell the hollyhocks.
Irelynn's House and Yard
Looking up, he sees short, chubby green trees with orange and yellow fruit hanging from their branches. They’re growing side by side like friends along a road leading up to the small white house. He hears the crackling sound of slender green palm tree leaves brushing against each other as they sway in a warm breeze. His eyes move to a group of tall sturdy oak trees standing together in the side yard, the Elder guardians of the home.
“This would be a great place for a troupe of Elves to live,” he says to himself. He imagines playing with Jasper there swinging from branch to branch in all those trees. What fun we could have, he thinks and dreams.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound brings him back to the hollyhocks.
“Hello there,” he says to the bees buzzing around the flowers.
“Hi! An Elf! An Elf! Hooray for the Elf!” the bees say as they gather around him, clapping and cheering.