sorry. Where is the rehearsal?â
âThe same place as the Festival,â said Maggie as Daisy finally released her. âQueen Jasmineâs Tea-Tree House Gardens.â
âCome on then,â said Daisy. âLetâs go!â
âDonât you think you should get dressed first?â asked Maggie.
Just below the Fairy Queenâs Tea-Tree House were the Tea-Tree House Gardens. Famous for their beauty, they were planted and tended by Queen Jasmine herself.
Daisy and Maggie landed in the centre of a large open area that was blanketed in soft green moss and dotted here and there with the native orchids known as blue fairies. In preparation for tonightâs Festival, fragrant candles hung from the orchidsâ slender stems. Cherry blossom-shaped tables were scattered across the mossy ground beneath them, giving the impression of a meadow in bloom.
An elegant fairy in a dark-red dress with spiky red blossom wings approached them. âIâm Waratah, the Festival organiser. And you are?â
âMaggie. And this is my sister, Daisy. Weâre here for the rehearsal.â
âExcellent,â said Waratah. âYouâre the last ones.â Scanning the crowd of helpers, she gestured to one of them. A smiling fairy in a short blue dress, with wings like the petals of the blue fairy orchids, fluttered over to them.
âThis is Cyan. Sheâs in charge of the rehearsal.â
Distracted, Waratah frowned at a fairy on the other side of the clearing. âWhat is he doing now? Mulch!â she shouted. âWhere in the wilderness are you taking that table?â
âLetâs get you over to the others,â Cyan suggested to Maggie and Daisy. âWeâve a lot to get through before the performance.â
Daisy trailed behind, trying to take it all in. Around her, fairies hurried to and fro, getting everything ready for tonight. She wished Vu could share in the excitement.
Maggie didnât seem to be enjoying it. She was asking Cyan a million questions about the rehearsal and tonightâs Festival.
âYouâre nervous, arenât you?â Cyan asked Maggie. âDonât be. Queen Jasmine chose you. She believes youâll be great. And Queen Jasmine is never wrong.â
She took Maggie by the hand, leading her towards a clump of flat, disc-shaped fungi that had grown like stairs on the side of a fallen log at the very edge of the clearing. From the number of candles that had been placed around it, Daisy guessed that the highest and largest fungus would be the Festival stage.
Gathered below was a group of nervous- looking fairies â the other contestants and their companions, Daisy thought. With a shock of recognition, Daisy noticed that not all of them were strangers.
âD aisy!â A small fairy girl with stripy socks and a guileless grin ran over to greet them. Daisyâs heart lurched as the girl tripped over a bump in the ground. She stumbled awkwardly but remained upright by throwing her arms around Daisy.
Daisy grinned as she helped her friend back to her feet. âOh, Pea.â
Pea was not daunted by her ungraceful entrance. âWhat are you doing here, Daisy? Are you performing, too?â
âDefinitely not,â Daisy laughed. âMy sister Maggie is.â
âGreat to meet you,â said Pea, reaching out to shake Maggieâs hand and almost knocking her over. âSorry, Iâm so nervous today I can hardly stay on my feet.â
âThatâs all right. Iâm pretty nervous myself,â said Maggie.
âI didnât know you were a musician,â Daisy said to Pea as they headed towards the others.
âI didnât know myself until recently,â said Pea.
Daisy shook her head in wonderment. Pea had found her Calling. Surely it wouldnât be much longer until Daisy found hers, too.
âDad! This is Daisy. The one I told you about,â called Pea.
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